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Mar 2020
Empty parking lot
So long, no real plans
An open ended invitation
I guess- Why not?
Keep your distance
Draw the line
Too late, too late
Red windows, white lies
the earth falls away
And there’s no one around
I waited too long
I can’t make a sound
My desires
Left to interpretation
Trying to scream
Lungs on fire
Surge of desperation
Muffled by silence
Eve
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Eve  21/F
(21/F)   
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     Imanuel Baca, Perry and Bogdan Dragos
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