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Apr 17
Hollow, floating just on the surface,
Follow the motes of dawn 'till they drown.
Plastic and pleasant: all that the earth is,
Spastic and present: rising, rising to fall back down.
Isaac Ward
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Isaac Ward  23/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania
(23/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania)   
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