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Jun 2014
Sometimes on long car rides I look up to see something that's never changing, I look up at the stars hanging on a thread and the shadows on the moon. I think of my soulmate, are we looking up at the same night sky? I think of the ever changing society and it gives me hope to see the same stars. Then again, the stars are dead.
Brenda Jimenez
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Brenda Jimenez  Dallas, Tx
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