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Dec 2017
I miss
my friends.
While they
laugh, revel
and skip.
I miss
the point
While I
hide, cower
and drip.
I miss
my friends.
While they
fly, displace
and ascertain.
I miss
the invite.
While I
spin, clot
and complain.
Seth Keplinger
Written by
Seth Keplinger  27/M/Savannah, GA
(27/M/Savannah, GA)   
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