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Oct 2012
You seem to have the wrong idea
I have one face but six layers
And each dip you go further into
Black obis and hollow space
No light at the end of the tunnel

    I wrote you a sonnet when I was
    Devoted and committed to the idea of one love
    One single entity to circulate a set of rules
Guidelines
    You’re my marker for each page but
    You’re starting to tear
    And I threw away that ratty glue gun yesterday

Tomorrow is farther down the road
And I am stuck in a congested traffic in
The middle of nowhere
Next to a sign that says Do Not Return: Instant Failure Ahead
Cara Samantha
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