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May 2020
Outside the station, 3pm
That curse,
your singing lathe of words
astounds all as you stand.

The light,
that graying, fading sight
betrays all you command.
A couplet in disguise. ***-fueled imaginary memory.
#rhyme #love #memory #sad #breakup #confusion
keith daniels
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keith daniels  28/M/Nova Scotia, Canada
(28/M/Nova Scotia, Canada)   
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