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Nov 2013
my mother always told me
i was a different kind of smart
the street kind
the deep kind
that saw the world as art

understanding
and perceptive
sharp and young and bold
determined
and protective
never doing what they're told

a wild spirit
an intellect
with too many modest bones
a beautiful
magnificent gem
hidden beneath stones
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   Sean and aphrodite
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