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Jul 2016
It's hard.
To do the one thing.
So many say.
Should be easy.
The physical world.
Is all I know.
Beyond that.
Is theoretical.
Which in have come to find is quite.
Simple.
When and how.
Its textbook.
Only my surroundings protest at its.
Magnitude.
I must be looking at this equation.
Wrong.
Two plus two equals four.
Yet sadness and loss equal so much more.
This rubix cube of emotions.
Can it be solved?
Spike Harper
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Spike Harper  31/M/Laughlin, TX
(31/M/Laughlin, TX)   
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