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Say this is what the pain made of you: an open, open, open road, an avalanche of feel it all.

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Road
Open
Pain
Feel
Feels
Made
Avalanche
Avalanches

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