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Nov 2016
I know it’s wrong to feel
this way, the
fantasy of all of the
people in this world
who wronged me
all the people I could never trust
seeing them all
collected together all
the bad ones

Sitting still long enough for the
lights in the room shut
off on their own
and in the darkness
watch the carless streets
you’d think it were some holiday
I’d be dead too
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