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Jul 2014
i sit in the field as the the sun beats down.
the light plays, air moves about.
the smell of knowing on your breath,
you would wait for an eternity,
wouldn't you?
i am holding on to the past while the future is here.
i get it you know, i get it.
KA
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KA  USA
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