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Sep 2018
the sharp breeze
occurs to me
like memories

the light beams
reflect off of me
like teflon

and suddenly
the part of me
the things i say

the last scene
the end of me
come get some

the same strange, stupid stuff
you know you've done enough
when it stabs you in the back
the baggage
the damage
the call
Dave Williams
Written by
Dave Williams  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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   Keith Wilson and Em MacKenzie
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