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Aug 2018
Nicotine jangled nerves
reset to a normal rhythm.

Grass dew
cools my toes
as gravel sharp earth
returns a reality.

Futility of
turning to you
dispels any rumor.

Old habits.
TPerdue
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TPerdue  58/M/North Carolina
(58/M/North Carolina)   
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