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Mar 2013
Watch the moon
   glide away
           from the
                            world
                   and
         slip,
comatosed,
uncomfortable,        
and                    
isolated.      
leave
      the
                moon
                      to
                              itself,
                    and
              watch
the
smile          
grow:                
  The                              
smile                                  
of                                          
the                                    
world                  
slipping
     away
between
your            
fingers.
6/27/11

A daze...
Zac C
Written by
Zac C  Mars
(Mars)   
467
   Jessica Who
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