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Jun 2016
It seems to
me that
truth

will never be
placed into
words

A distant gaze
forever into
oblivion

while faint feelings
cross chapped
lips


A wonted fomentation;
this fabricated
fancy.

Our stares seem
longer than
needed

Or maybe she
slows down
time

I can’t tell.
All I can do is watch
Justin Credible
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Justin Credible
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