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Sep 2016
like an old tree;
withered
seen too many things
lost
one time too many

like an empty glass
chipped
held too many tears
wept
one time too many

like a low valley
dark
heard too many whispers
fell
one time too many

like a brown-eyed,
dark haired
phantom
buried under years of
haunting smoky rooms
stumbling through
half-drunk.
dusk
Written by
dusk  huntington beach, ca
(huntington beach, ca)   
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