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Mar 2014
my life is a mixture of empty houses
lucid dreams and metal spoons
and you
the fire underneath me
a crescent moon of life
stop and wait
I am made of sand.
sabrina
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sabrina  new york
(new york)   
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   Jack Piatt
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