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Jun 2018
Blinking eyes distraction mind
never settling her arrow to target

check email fifty times a day
nothing new alerts from advertisers

slobber over social media
lost between tragedy and humor

bees crash into window pane
again and again and again and again

hungry hungry for connection
I kiss your warm palm smelling of ivory soap
not around here too much these days. miss you all, but this poem explains a bit
Cinzia
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Cinzia  112/F/WA
(112/F/WA)   
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