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Nov 2012
My ears as well as fears hold symmetry among the squeals of bus brakes
Aligning with the water coves accumulating along these streets I dabble timidly towards work
Hoping the our sun is forever gone and hidden, rays still pierced the cloud walks above
All while gazing out of a glass shield thickened due to bullet crowns
They are trophies marking the one who stay hidden like our today sun
mEb
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mEb  Illinois
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