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About Mei buried all I wrote
with no thought of keeping track deep in the ancient earth.. along an empty highway beneath a rusted iron trestle.. behind a vacant laundromat all i ever saw or felt.. lies silent and decayed never to be found or read by those who followed.. the print i made my writings lie hidden.. in the earth where i've been a sacred resting place exposed to time and wind i walk among the countless souls.. who slept in the alleys wine and screamed for all to hear i was someone..somewhere..sometime www.rayneighbor.com http://www.amazon.com/Dance-When-you-Can-ebook/dp/B00BK9A0KU/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&qid=1362051709&sr=8-13&keywords=ray+neighbor Comments
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