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Nov 2018
random tears
you show up like *******
figure this out
heart
that’s her pull out the bowl
drink it up
liquid stellar space dust
breaking through the stupidity
laid down like concrete
wrapped around your soul
everyone’s to blame
but your own thoughts
buck up and believe in you
arrived in this stellar situation
what if
you were a dream in another
galaxy
you were the old soul you thought you were
you
Keith Mitchell
Written by
Keith Mitchell  M/San Francisco
(M/San Francisco)   
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