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Feb 2016
Nothing good ever happened there
and all the bad energy of each memory
is still in the air.
I can remember every place
I parked my car to cry.
I can remember every miserable morning on my way to school
contemplating ramming my car hard enough into something.
Hard enough to stop the world
My mundane world.
Because every square inch of that town
reeks of my despair.
Rain Visuna
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Rain Visuna  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Scotty
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