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Apr 2015
my mind is full
   and time is lost
i'm here
   wishing i were there
it's morning
   but oh, how i crave the night
bright sunshine
   yet i yearn for clouds
      cry for rain
bodies rushing about
   and i shake my head
      at their uselessness
words crashing into each other
   senseless but sensible
        to me
comfortable in my solitude
   not asking or expecting companionship
anytime soon

seclusion keeps me safe.
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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     ---, unknown, ---, JDK and mark cleavenger
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