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Mar 2013
watch from afar
counting shadows
viewing  life splayed out
mercy to the chaos of gusts.
I have retreated battalions
to have them
pluck memories,
before they can become sugary over-ripe.
sequestered from the clamor.
there were things that were suppose to happen
I am sure of this.
instead minutes were splashed,
squandered upon walls and floors
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