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Dec 2016
These thoughts consume me,
Like the moon, swallowed up by clouds -
I think of nothing else.

It is the greatest deceit when we compel ourselves,
us pretenders, we smile;
start forgetting it's all an act
we've mastered the art of distraction.
Lorraine
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Lorraine  Seattle, Washington
(Seattle, Washington)   
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