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Jun 2013
They were a body.
A threw it to B, B threw it to C and C hit it to A.
Over and over.
Nothing changes, nothings ever different.
They were a production line at it's best.
But, D stood on the side.
Asking for attention.
The appendix of the system.
No purpose.
No substance.
Nothing.
Jordan Smith
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Jordan Smith  Colorado
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