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May 15
Where the mountians meet the sky
There is more sense and visibility
Behind all of these tree branches reached
Than in me

In this moment of there and then
When I'm caught wondering about life
And where my next meal will begin
Respect is built

And all that's left is the untimely hill
Which is yet to climb
Over my yesterdays self
To again is to try
Seanathon
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     BMJunior, Gara, hybridstorm, JD and Cloudydaze
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