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May 2016
all i know of life comes from
dog-eared novels and
dusty encyclopedias and
half-caught dreams like
the shadows of leaves
dancing on closed blinds -
other people's views.

so whisper me savage truths.
don't think that falsehoods
will spare us.

tell me: is what i know real,
or a lie?
alternatively titled, "a recluse, speaking to a thunderbird"
glassea
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glassea  24/USA
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