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Nov 2014
I awoke
from the blackest bird suicidal coma
I wasn't ready to uplift my soul
Clasped hands like you were the new              church
take me with you to nowhere
on dirt covered highways
M Eastman
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M Eastman  40/M/colorado
(40/M/colorado)   
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