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May 2015
Still as blank pages and a pencil
My mind runs like icicles
Drips splat the cold concrete of my heart
Beating beating
A broken clock
As she sways in the warm summer night
On the height of my long cold mirage
Chaz Moore
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Chaz Moore  North Hollywood, CA
(North Hollywood, CA)   
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