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Nov 2014
It feels strange being here.
This house is strewn and divided.
A part of it is empty, cold, and red,
another is empty, cold, and blue.

What happened in this house
has left us all confused.
We are jumbled and collided
strewn and divided.
Violet Crandall
Written by
Violet Crandall  Utah
(Utah)   
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     Lior Gavra and Luna Rockwell
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