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Jun 2010
walking streets

(the
ONE EYE

*******
is joy)

HAIGHT-ASHBURY

everything dies
(but not death,
my friend)

sitting, standing
walking on

BREATHE

deeply

and only

LIVE

(tommorrow
will come

if you bring her on in)
Written by
jeffrey robin
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   Deztinee Stanley
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