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Jun 2013
the sun cries thatits to early to be put to bed yet night insists that its turn to shine has come the stars glow like huge eyes against the dark background of sky air is white shirt crisp stillness trim,down below on earth time steals days and nights of longing man dreams of ways to be hero, survivor often hitting a blank surface in thought violence is a steady interruption of life"s peace that leaves no choices
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victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
(Philadelphia pa19144)   
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