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Jun 2019
I've got no pre-planned preparations
Hidden in my purse

That silly thing
I called a dream
Swayed to the point
Of extinction

And collections I once had -
Of where to be and why
To be there

Were nothing but clouds
Like every other thought
Now dust in the wind
Of all things ever sought.
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   Madison Kennedy
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