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Jan 12
The words, the words, they’re everywhere,
Run away from them, but to where?
I see and hear them, night and day,
Every awakened moment, here to stay.
Make sense of them I must,
To gain my own undying trust.
Timothy Charles Carter
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   Jess, erin and Liana
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