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Nov 2014
It begins
within is strife
and then it ends
Is the meaning?
Because just as soon as it is Conceived
It is  Deceased
This road I walk
I look at both the beauties and the monstrosities of her
The people
The places
The interactions
The love
Beauty is Broken
Find perfection in what is not
Timothy Stout
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Timothy Stout  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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