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Jun 2012
the groggy ache
it wakes
too
.
some part of the city

can't remember how
or how i got,
or passing out
.
where
was
where
am
.
.
.
just
lie
a
while
maybe
the nothing
will fill out
.
think I'm blind until
my eyes are looking into me

I look as far as i can look back

it's too starless a night

for wearing sunglasses
.
nevermind
.
.
.
Hugh Lovzewe
Written by
Hugh Lovzewe
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   Emanuel Martinez
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