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Feb 2013
Under the orange
street lights
it's 3am

Longing to find him,
she skulks alone
in the dark

And as London sleeps
her cries go unheard
by all but one
The other night, I woke up to the calls
of a red fox outside of my window. They sounded
something like http://youtu.be/gVLvw-LhWyQ
Eliot York
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Eliot York  40/M/NC
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