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May 2015
You know that feeling of infinite loss
The sense of suspended reality?
The notion of going unnoticed
Alone, in a crowd?
I dream of that feeling, of not feeling at all
As I prepare for my ultimate fall.
Moose
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Moose
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   LB Parker
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