BeaALf
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My mom I grew up overshadowed by danger Where the letters , spoke of blood Scenes of wild thoughts running fast Oh how I wished it were a blade of grass Got myself together and built a dream In good days I worked the sound But come the story teller... – *by Bea Alford*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

I grew up overshadowed by danger
Where the letters , spoke of blood
Scenes of wild thoughts running fast
Oh how I wished it were a blade of grass

Got myself together and built a dream
In good days I worked the sound
But come the story teller...

– by Bea Alford

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