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Oct 2014
Your eyes are white
And so are mine
Reflecting light down the shopping isle
The colors are dim but we are too
Trekking this store as skeletons do
Intoxicated by the fumes you smoke
Forced down my lungs I hardly hoped
Today would be better
We'd find something to buy
But we put our cart back and pretend we tried
Aquinas
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Aquinas  21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida
(21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida)   
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