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Dec 2015
me in the mirror

i stare hard
as if im waiting for something to

happen

but all i see is
this
always this

every time
the bore the bore
it eats at me

but then a storm

fist
rising up my throat
here it comes
to grab my tongue
mike dm
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mike dm  NY
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