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Sep 2013
Agonies sweat swims around the anointed  like a undesired coo pool.  
The chorline burns our eyes with icy tears, while we wonder if well ever see the truth again.  What happened when they realesed the  flood of hope?  All of the souls drowned like helpless pigeons trying to swim.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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