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Nov 2012
it's playing through me
and you're not even listening
to what they're saying
while it's always playing
through me.

it's trying through me
and you're not even noticing
how it's always menacing
while it's just trying
through me.

it's glistening through me
and you're hardly guessing
that this is the dressing
that's it's doing while glistening
through me.

you should be paying attention, but i doubt you'd ever hear anything; anything that isn't in your own head.
Sal Gelles
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