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Jun 2012
Sometimes...

I crawl into myself
not out of fear
but because I am comfortable there
wrapped in my own thoughts.

I isolate myself
from the empty eyes,
the withered shells of
people.

I observe and listen.
the negativity
the complaining
the slow attrition
the selfishness
the dying

Sometimes,
I take my place
in the complaint line
to die a little.
I forgot about this one. Written on 8-23-11.
JM
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JM
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