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Feb 2016
sending a message to her
is like poking a snail
only after waiting in hours
it finally comes out of her shell
saying hi to dry a bit of her pores
then goes back to her sleeping spell

and here i am still on shore
staring at probably an empty shell
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   mickey finn, PoetryJournal, SPT and ---
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