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Apr 2015
Quiet, a cat scratches
pours out thoughts, silent
in the rain.

A walk to work
to fracture walls
insurmountable.

Muscles in dregs of
fatigued smiles, eating
ice-creams that don't melt.
alwaystrying
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   Andrew Name and SPT
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