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Oct 2012
I have crushed bugs.
Not for science.
No need for class or placement.
What makes better?
What is broken?
Right and wrong,
left and leaving.
existence.
In the palm of your hand.
Waiting
and waiting.
To cross territory uncharted.
Clawing at the what if!
Clawing and waiting
To be squished.
Cardboard Grey
Written by
Cardboard Grey  Milwaukee WI
(Milwaukee WI)   
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   Emma
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