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when I am captured I wake up at the entrance I find my way back to her & she is standing like a statue in the cleared out space they can not even feel her among them but when she is taken I search for her I have to get to the room where she is locked in a cage a wood cage above the door & she is going to wait until I find her & command her down * she is like a small bird sometimes she can carry me 23

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Springgun Issue 8  
Springgun Issue 8  

POEMS by CHRIS CAROSI LAURA MINOR BRITT GAMBINO SUSAN LEWIS SETH LANDMAN ADAM VEAL SALLY MOLINI FRANCESCO LOVATO LAUREN EGGERT-CROW...

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