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Nov 2018
i take real slow steps across the street
hoping i might die from
impatience.

if i go in uniform theyll
yell officer down.
i might die a poets death
but never speak the words.
but never touch the paper.
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b  20/M/canada
(20/M/canada)   
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   Fawn
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