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Apr 2015
as the water washes over me
i see the remains of days
trickle down the drain

friday
   saturday
        sunday


still, i stay hopeful of the day
that will be too viscous
to fade away.
susan
Written by
susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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   ---, JDK and Ariel Baptista
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