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Mar 2014
These Hefe filter sunglasses
only got me so far, kept them
only because I saw the mountains
the way you would have, I've had
this jacket long enough for it to be
mine, what's yours was mine, is
mine. Maybe you grew out of
me long ago but  I am
intent on leaving
naturally so when
the time comes, all
I have to do is stand
up and leave the

stage.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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