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Aug 2013
I am a deck of cards.
Each part of me has a different meaning.
Sometimes, I'm shuffled and get confused.
I struggle to put myself in order.
And other times,
Pieces of me fly everywhere.
And I cant pick myself up, because
My order has shattered.
I need someone.
These cards wont pick up themselves, you know.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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