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Feb 2013
Somewhere on the outskirts of my mind
is a train station that leads anywhere...
...anywhere away from here
...here... where all those jumbled screws and knots exist
but sometimes the train isn't enough
and I wonder why I can't just fly away
from all the noise?
Cara Samantha
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   Timothy
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