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Dec 2011
I,
invisible black hole
that I am
barely a fidget
or graceful movement
as I stand
attract only the
lack there of
genuine interest
and reluctant glance
from people too
busy pretending to be
occupied
in a mundane trance
I,
a super catastrophic nova
of social proportions
only watch from
the corner of my eyes
hesitant to interrupt
these paranoid distortions
called **** sapiens
as they corrupt
the simple art
of sipping coffee from
a cup.
Gabriela Galindo
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Gabriela Galindo
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   Sharlie
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