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Jan 2017
the fountain splashed my face
and was warm in my mouth
a child is calling
a young father and one old are talking
they are taking turns saying "*******"
there's a guy here I use to work with
he was a girl then
a man named Octopus just told me he has dreams for himself
that he'll never have the courage and/or talent for
a child is mumbling loudly

I remember calling the librarian mother
she didn't mind
I already knew books were better than people
so did she
#reality #empty #love
Written by
joe thorpe  36/M/cape cod
(36/M/cape cod)   
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