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Dec 2013
are we a generation of idiot lovers
or just hopeless dreamers?
sometimes i can hear my name on the breeze
and i wonder
is it my moaning past
or sorrowful future?
these things can never be answered
for there is no answer
was there ever?
Kendall
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Kendall  America
(America)   
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   Emma Matson
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