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Apr 2013
Green duty
Two boys, talking one and thirty-five.
The smoke passes my eyes
Twisting and turning out the window.
Brown, clean and square.
Cold, damp, weeping trees outside the cold will the michigan rain on their backs.
The train creeps by slowly through town following the cloud racing pass.
Quiet whispers wondering where im at
For that fact, i am gone
Floating back.
Doris
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Doris  South Korea
(South Korea)   
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