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Jul 2015
Your locked lids look much like skin-tight veils.
(Blinks and prisms rip snapshots
  as a prince of paranoia
  fleets past your unlit eyes.)

You'd look better smoking cigarettes
or singing songs
while your brain chews fiction.
Written by
Vernon Waring  72/M/King of Prussia, PA
(72/M/King of Prussia, PA)   
   Kelley A Vinal
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