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10/10/2012
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Even shadows still have faces. They never did find their places.
Turned inside out or upside down. Once naked, once in your wedding gown.
Or was that your husband over there?
That guy hanging like a ghost, suspended in mid-air.
Just leaning forward, just a bit, to tell me something.
The seasons are changing quick run black and white colors now that's something!
We once could have been a bit more than pushed in.
Like pulled out, whirled about, or danced danced danced from within.
Yeah.
It could happen.
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