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May 2017
Ice on Glass
Sitting by
my windowsill
my soul is still

outside
my home

are many
people
talking fast
drinking coffee
coughing smoke

living
dying slowly
and horribly.
Matt Shade
Written by
Matt Shade  25/M/Dislocated
(25/M/Dislocated)   
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   Chris Vans, Shanath and JS Clark
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