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Sep 2019
the last
vestiges of my
terminal romance
are sputtering out

God is blowing
smoke rings
around my heart

the people that feign
caring talk
about fish
and
the sea

one workday is
followed by
many more
of the same

and the
days off

never
last
Written by
Laokos
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       neth jones, TD, Colm, Christine Ely and ---
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