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Feb 2017
I show you traffic lights
so you know when to follow
but they are all yellow
the waiting period
the electric hair
you can't hide
after the rave
after the wave

I thought it
was time to stop
when. I saw the red
but it was just a stain
              after the bird
        after the car
after the window-bird
crashed the car-head

the before the after the chronicles
the number on a napkin in a trash can
Raquel E
Written by
Raquel E  F/New York, NY
(F/New York, NY)   
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