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Jan 2014
My belly grows with experience as antics gracefully fade. We don't take time, 
Time takes us. 

All of this with nothing left. 
Training dragons comes easy now. 
I stopped catering to demons stealing lives amongst their own.
Nurture is my nature painting walls you can't see. 

Sunday morning mass and God shook me upside down.
Dangling death while all the lice flies out. 
Thank you.
Thank you. 
My head is clean and the eye is naked. 
Champagne has never tasted this good. 

Now let me tell you where she was born. 
She arose where my eyes closed once before. 
Children hold lost keys with invisible codes. 
Sacred scribbles for notes ingrained in algorithms unknown. 
Please tell the kids science lives no more.
Written by
MMS
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   Emilia, --- and Carl Joseph Roberts
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