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Nov 2014
Silver veins in the silver city
Running like blood through the fainting grass
The cold pierces the flesh into the bone like a needle -
Delivering medicine promised to save but more likely to sicken
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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