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Sep 2015
two a.m coffee
burns my mouth, my cat purrs like
a child's wind-up toy
..
bag with old writing
packed yet I'm not going
anywhere, mother
..
the nights are no
longer young either
*hush, now, don't speak
Dreams of Sepia
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Dreams of Sepia  Somewhere in the Universe
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