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Jul 2013
tattered dream
split
far from graceful
shreds of me
pieces of what i had
what i have
what i need
what i want
these things i dream of
are me
they show me
what is and always will be
just me
my light
love
soul is a word
that doesn't come close to explaining it
Max Petersen
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