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Oct 2012
Sitting here, in this dark room.
***** white blinds,
and a bed sheet runs through.
A temporary bed on the kitchen floor.
Looking through smoke filled air,
I can't say I don't want more.
ck
Written by
ck  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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