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Mar 2014
Can you see the way I pretend?

Do you know my way to be lame?

I wish this moment would pass and let another take it's place

Not try to beckon me closer to be caught in the fall...

I am watching.

Careful as the master's apprentice is trained

Obedience in light of it's own futility...

He returns his master's cane.
Andrew Kerklaan
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Andrew Kerklaan
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