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Feb 2014
"Love" digs it's name
into the backseats of cars.
Stained with young ambition,
getting high as mars.

But it goes on,
a cry for excellence.
It wreaks the skill
of common sense.

I've never seen
the moon so bright,
so can I stay
with you tonight?
Jordin
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Jordin
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   Josiah Wilson
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