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Jan 2020
Talking on the phone with N.
Won't see graffiti on my side of a wall.
Only reflections in eyes if dare I fix gaze.
A pill serves each end to dull spinning pictures.
I still huddle to one side of night's dreaming.
Written by
Daniel
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