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Jul 2017
As long as I know the day passes
wipes fog from glasses
(alone like the bone my dog used to own)

          In debt with my feelings like I haven't paid my taxes

(everything I owe doesn't need money to pay it back)

(express express express)

I told myself when I was depressed
When my effort was a little less
No quest to live for before I erode into the depths
barely breathing

I've never been blessed
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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