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A fleeting swarm of (maybe's)

Genius girl,
With her pack full of cares
Aimed only at herself.
She walks upon the glass
Of a broken future.
Maybe she's scared.
Maybe she's satisfied.
But maybe she's lost and
Maybe I helped to
Get her this way.
She's so not found.

July 9, 2007
Suge


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A fleeting swarm of (maybe`s)

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