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Apr 2016
It lurked behind closed curtains
a tiny slit to peer, sneer, leer
at bodies on the sidewalk
forming fantasies,
wild dreams zigzagging
to the empty corners of a mind
lost long ago when reality quit
and unemployment ran out
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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   ---, ---, Jocie, Colten Sorrells and Aeerdna
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