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Oct 2015
Table-side puddles;
that fell from my eyes,
are smearing the the ink on my papers
Coffee mug, too big to hide
has become my best friend these
last few nights
And so I drift between what's real,
and this dreamy state of time
Coffee mug, ink, papers, and tears
Keep my dreams alive
Myra
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Myra  24/F/Pennsylvania
(24/F/Pennsylvania)   
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