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Jun 2015
Night and Day
They are the same---- Okay?

I walk by the houses and hear the voices
Human beings have lots of choices

What is my purpose here?
I utter underneath my breath

I live my life alone
And I strike this walking stick
Into hard stone
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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