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Aug 2018
Touched the handrail.
Coughed a second.
Rob told me he was meeting me.
Nowhere to be found.

I smoke a cigarette
Cause I'm in New York
But I don't smoke.

I'm happy
With a break
That she's happy.

Today I met a man
That meant a man
Would be someone
They'd believe in

I'm out of touch
With touch
So touch
Is a weaponized
Reciprocate
Of false will

Making stories
For

******.
Written by
Mitchell
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