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Aug 31
Coming all ages
A horde of minds
Riding on the dust
Of society
Brined

Thoughts and ideas
Canned in jars
Fermenting for ages
In abandoned
Bars

Drink the vinegar
The flavor lasts
Of old innovations
And dreams long
Past

Lick your lips
**** your teeth
Letting history hide
What lies
Beneath
Written by
Rebekah Webb
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