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May 2013
seven times and no luck
in the end you gotta do everything yourself
creator who can't finish a thing
a creation of self, maybe a fitting end
nodding with approval
comes with age it would appear
a sensible smile conveys all that is meant
how else do you end an exchange
surrounded by so many
         unintentional
         indivisible
         unrequited
Written by
Josh shuman
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   Dreiliece
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