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Sep 2015
I know it is not my place
Yet I read your work and cannot help but wonder
Can you see yourself the way I do
Not just a mess. A horrible person
With honey in their words
Acid on their tongue
Dreams of neverwhere dripping like leaky faucet lips
I cannot help but want to fix with a wrench
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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