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Aug 2017
I am bohemio.
Of shrubbery
ridden riversides,
walking above
the line that separates
each to their side.

I am intrigued
by stray dogs,
eye contact, smiles,
and tangled hair.

I am lost.
I am crazy,
especially in other's gazes.

But I think...
it's ok.

It's finally...
ok.
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
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