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Aug 2013
Solace
Late at night
they speak to me
i feel them
i can connect
they're cold and hot
for what i am
they care not
i don't know if
anyone knows what i mean
when i find solace
in these machines
Written by
Ethan
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   Claire R and Sammi
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