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Jun 2015
spaces in words seems
clear like reciting
lost meaning in dreams

desire for long awaited
focus on the task ahead
floats obscure objects protracted
hated in hatred hate

seeming real like breath  
with eyes that glow
faces that creep beneath the
desks below

catch words ...scratching sentences
ideas and reasons
with books always pleading
stop ...wait...resonate true meaning
call it what you want
my cup overflows
Written by
my cup overflows  in the tropics
(in the tropics)   
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   ---, --- and Davy
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