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Jun 2014
Silent, old, and violet night,
speckled carelessly with light
by someone who had lost their sight
before they lost their way.
And so they wander on today,
traversing endless space,
little fires lit by grace
guide them through the fray.
Ryan Best
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Ryan Best  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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