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Aug 2014
Run away from this horrible land  

there is nothing here but this pile of sand

you can sit on it and blow it away

you can make perfect pattern in perfect ways

but no matter how beautiful it all blows away

into another pile for just another day
Amandalee Patience Wilson
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Amandalee Patience Wilson  Bloomington, California
(Bloomington, California)   
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