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Apr 2014
A ship in the distance grows nearer,
Drawing ever closer,
But once it’s close enough to board,
the engines roar to life.
Reaching for the ladder,
as the ship moves out of reach,
Your hands grasp nothing but air
A ship that never really,
*Was ever there.
Fuji Bear
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Fuji Bear
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     Fuji Bear, ---, Marly and Pushing Daisies
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