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Nov 2014
Take your blankets off his floor
and let me sing songs of freedom
quietly through your drums.
We'll run so far out that
we will be closer in  
to the way through.
We both know once we
start burning up in the
atmosphere, the only hopes
of making it is to burn at a steady pace.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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