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Feb 2015
His Eyes Are Ubiqutious
but I can’t find his tongue
and his hands are callous

You move like an infant on a cobblestone road
and you don’t look the part
but everything you say goes
Empty Words From Full Lips
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Empty Words From Full Lips  New York City
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