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Mar 2015
i look out the window to see anything else
hoping to see anything else
but i end up with nothing
nothing but my reflection
nothing but myself
a husk of someone that used to be around
is still around
unfortunately
John Pilgrim
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John Pilgrim  London
(London)   
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