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Feb 2013
Fix my glasses.
I can see myself
quite better.
Bat lashes to get some help.

Children come
and children go.
But the villain one
is always so

Yet, much less
     bone
and
     skin   serves he
as much as
moaning
whims  and  pleas

To fix all children.. and                                              fix my mirror.
To help myself
to notice
Me.
CM Vazquez
Written by
CM Vazquez  Manhattan
(Manhattan)   
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