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Oct 2018
In the fastlane love
turns into a narcissist.

(He)
flatters himself while
almost killing us.

(The)
beauty of Zion gets
greasier under scrutiny.

(My)
heart feels like it's
subducting under
the judgements.

Sara Fielder © Oct 2018
Sara Went Sailing
Written by
Sara Went Sailing  Bohemia
(Bohemia)   
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