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Jun 2016
I hold my breath hoping,
A bottle cap hits the floor,
Hope lost,
Bolt the door.

I hide,
Cower and Pray.
You find,
Coward and Prey.
I Shake.
You Sway.
All this I can't take.
But you always want to play.
Syd Buschmann
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Syd Buschmann  Next To Nowhere
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