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Apr 2013
My untold fortunes are already
discovered inside the mind of
his blue eyes
but the grass inside them turns
green with anger and I
flee with laughter as he chases me
and when he gets me maybe I'll know why I ran
because when he gets me Ill know how slow it was
to run from yourself in someone else's head
The Wherewithal
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