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Dec 2016
(looking at my phone)
I search for deadpan truths...
Attempting poetry
to pass the time.
_
Your eyes,
                  mine, we stare,
and not always at each other.
I'll write, for now

not knowing                  if I'll miss
                these moments;


with my muse right here.
Written by
The Green Swine
414
   Doug Potter
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