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Apr 14
There was a time when lovers
Sent each other poetry
Now they send **** pictures virtually
What a transition we've made
In a transitory world we are called to surrender
Burn the rubber and head towards the water
We are burdened by a clarity of awareness
You bless the elves that drown in your sorrows
Borrowed hearts that are used up too quickly
Then discarded like an empty pack of cigarettes
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
       jul, misha, Doshi and Lawrence Hall
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