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May 2016
Alone in a crowded room
                she whispers through
                her sharp cat's teeth

*count the rest of your life
in days you do the same things.
Imagine a space in the air
where I will never be
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Sjr1000 and NV
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