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Nov 2017
a way to purge
on paper,
truths.

i read a catalog
of 1000 sentences.
there were too many.

none gave me a lover.
all just went
forward.
Irate Watcher
Written by
Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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