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Feb 2013
It is
wonderfully vague
how I can
never not
be nothing
or even
stay the
same.
How we
all know
we are
but dying
is not
a fashion
yet.
And if
we change
from dying
to death
I think
I know
we live
again.
Written by
Bryan Gewickey  california
(california)   
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