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Sep 2014
Queen-  my years in the scattered pebbles.  Each weigh of my feet and hands get closer to the sand.  
So I will drown where was he laid.  
I see no more alive
I won't survive my life.  
So let me drift with this sea.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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