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Aug 2013
My diary is full of open vowels an broken nouns
Inscriptive to the echo sounds and writing on the grounds
Lost word become better verses
Like pastors is churches preaching the holy vows

I wrote this while sitting on a loft
Listen to Frank Sinatra records and letting my mind get lost
Trust in word and trust in the actions that comes with it
I try to make the best out of a good situation but I'm still a mess from it
Black and white scripture
But the focus is in the picture
I mean this **** is drawn up in million dollar figures
Steven   RuDe Harris
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Steven RuDe Harris  32/M/NYC-North Carolina
(32/M/NYC-North Carolina)   
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   --- and Ferdows Sadeghyar
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