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Apr 2016
It's cold.
It's quiet.
I am cold
& I am quiet.
I feel cold.
To the touch,
in my organs,
& I hear quiet.
I hear everything
except for what I want to.
What I need to.

Quietly I sit, watching the cold waves of Lake Michigan
come crashing in, just like you & me.
tl b
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tl b
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