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A Birth of Old.
Show them your vigour.
June 19, 2010
Direction
Sometimes she leaves me wanting.
I grow restless.
I grow lost.
So, let loose your direction in me.
Give this squinty-eyed, leather-footed pilgrim a magnet.
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