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Jun 2017
I can hear it in your voice.

Tiptoeing,
on the edge of trembling.

Eyes,
tearing at my flesh.

Minds,
racing into oblivion.

Grudges,
preventing absence.

I sit in the shadows.
In the backseat.
Of a 97' Chevy Cheyenne.
Benchwarmer
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Benchwarmer  M/A-Town
(M/A-Town)   
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