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Aug 2012
Don't listen to what I say.
Empty words left hanging in thin air.
You swat at them
Oh--There's one in your hair.

When it's that time
Do not decide I'm misplaced.
I'll be the glasses you might have lost
That were already on your face.
Copyright © Jimena Zavaleta 2012
Revolute Jay
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Revolute Jay  Northern Calif., USA
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