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Jan 2014
File folder mind
Pulled loose. Tossed around.
Paper flutters like birds and clouds
Slow decent
Into madness
I never chose
Even though the Buddhists say otherwise
I watch it all settle around me
Blood and mud stains
Never stayed in the lines
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Nat Lipstadt and Theia Gwen
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