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December 31st, 2010

Clandestinity Of Florida Wood

I do not want to learn to not believe what I see or what I feel, in great detail.

A Repeated Pattern Of Specifics

A discarded flower, a cold bed, the roof of my Escort and me trying to find warmth.

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16 Years Ago – Wood | 11 Years Ago – Clandestine