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Sep 2019
A callous temper flaring about
new Las Vegas diamonds
to my eyes
they are fixed, but just for me!

where your indirection led me to go
I sought hope in the structure of the cage
and the diamonds were real
but it matters not

After all of that 'being lost'
something was 'found' in what did not fit in
and the only thing I ever loved about myself was never
really real at all
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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