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Aug 2014
By tomorrow we'll be turned to sand
Just the outline of our out stretched hand

By tomorrow we'll be devoured by obsolete
Out of date and forgotten with no competition to compete

By tomorrow we'll be swimming in our hopes and dreams
Unaware, without a care, and spiraling down without a means

Don't bring tomorrow
Katlyn Orthman
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Katlyn Orthman  19/F/Minnesota
(19/F/Minnesota)   
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