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My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Parachute
Parachutes
Opened
Heart
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Time

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