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Feb 2013
He drinks his medicine
in public, People's Voice hidden under
poetical works of someone
whom he will never meet.
Napkins and wrappers of a muffin's
top what he has been looking for,
maybe under the backpack.
Shoulder slung leather brown
Past. He drinks
his medicine in the early
"Morning."
Written by
Cailun Campbell
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