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Oct 2013
I've read this story a million times
I've stood in this spot a million times
I write out the millions so it rhymes
Maybe then you'll hear
all the things coming at me from the mirror
Stear this ship so it crashes on the rocks
locks in a destiny, like you always said
it never matters what I've read.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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