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Feb 2013
I want the words to flutter through
In an almost mutter
To be understood by few

I want to give off a vibe
That inspires a dislike
Of every line

A discomfort
In every rhyme

A malignancy
That encompasses time

I want to touch shoulders
Merging minds
Just to watch us
Crumble in mine

I want humbled in kind
With the view from outside
The box
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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