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Dec 2016
life feels like
reading through
a dictionary,
without looking
for a specific
word.

relationships
are like shopping
in a mall,
where nothing seems
to suit,
and the ones you try
don't fit.

coming home seems like
wading through
a pond
in a heavy cotton skirt,
pulling me deeper,
than  I
want to go.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
346
     Timothy, ---, Doug Potter and Keith Wilson
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