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Dec 2009
A thought.
A prose.
A paper life with the essence of ink.
Living inside of few.
Bubbling to the surface.
Spilling,
Dropping,
Pouring out a gift.
If,
-and only if,
one knows how to unwrap it
So it may be enjoyed.
Written by
Allison Neal
657
   ---, jdmaraccini and Kancer
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