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Feb 2017
My dry mouth full of flames ,
Bleeding cheeks all the same.
A brain without oxygen,   hardly a hallucination.  
A dream without sleep
Gives Pins and needles to my
Ghost feet.
I'm listening to the Silence With half an ear.
A presence between the wall creeks
The patterns of the season
My bed is the hallway between today and tomorrow
Yesterday and Today
This one goes out to my boomchica
Brooklyn Brooks
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Brooklyn Brooks  Midtown
(Midtown)   
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     Lior Gavra and Demonatachick
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