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Apr 2015
My eyes are fixated upon my life.
My brow furrows to any thought.
And for days now.
These muscles ache.
They've been like this.
So visibly upset.
My mind overlooks.
But my body does not.
Yet.
I let my mind continue.
Zach E S
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Zach E S  Boston
(Boston)   
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