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Jul 2016
tonight's jigsaw puzzle is a bunch of little white lies
lying in little strange shapes
their edges give me a deep sweat, no matter how near or far
from home I happen to be
fictional fragments like messages in a bottle,
pleading mercy with human nature and other curses

-c.j.
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   cgembry
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