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Apr 2014
I orbit this center sun
on a silver ring I run
and gaze with longing
therefore prolonging
my blindness and suffering
hold on while this video is buffering
my grip grows weak
I can't stop, I can't speak
I reach out to her and say
love him all you can, every day.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Carrie Crusoe
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