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Aug 2014
A Fist, A Hammer,
and Some Curtains,
are all just laying around.
A Fist, a Hammer,
Some curtains,
not making a sound.
But what's the difference,
that strikes them all the same?
It's when they're alive,
that's when they all come
down.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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