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Jan 2014
This is trust.
When we take naps.
Arms rest
around us.

Eyes dead.
Thoughts led.
And our hearts beat.

Dream of conquering.
Dream of winning.
When our lives and peace wed.

Eyes dead.
Thoughts led.
And our hearts beat.

This is trust.
Violet Crandall
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Violet Crandall  Utah
(Utah)   
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