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I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
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If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.
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I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.
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