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Oct 2012
Another Untitled Short Work in Progress
Windshield wipers running on dry glass.

Lightning so bright, no need for headlights.

Streaks of white when I close my eyes.

The angry skies tell no lies tonight.
mike smith
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mike smith  colorado
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