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Aug 2016
I found myself shuffling about
and as I lurked and groaned
from corner to corner, caught
by the charm of each cramped-
condensed street lamp, I looked
up to the drooling moon.
It was then I dreamt of paintings
who's edges sloshed like seas.
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