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Somewhere has my name on it, maybe everywhere does. Like little strips of paper, fortunes from folded cookies. Master Plan let them go in a gust of Great Plains wind. I cannot hope to collect every single individual piece part place bit back. I cannot live unless I try.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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Somewhere has my name on it, maybe everywhere does. Like little strips of paper, fortunes from folded cookies. Master Plan let them go in a gust of Great Plains wind. I cannot hope to collect every single individual piece part place bit back. I cannot live unless I try.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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