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Nov 2013
People have
been telling
me Brooke you
don't have to stay
here anymore
and
I know that now.

I don't know where
I'm going but It's not
near you, above you
under you, beside you
beneath you, I'm not
a state away I'm a
universe away, I'm light
years away, you fell
down a hole and I
grabbed a ledge.
(c) Brooke Otto
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