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Sep 2012
insipid as last time,
your actions speak for themselves.

drive-by sentiments
and empty endeavors.

trees lean over,
but words fall.
striking the head like a fierce, blunt object.

only this time your crime was unseen
'cause i didn't even exist where there were any observers.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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