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Jun 2013
I can still see you rising in waves
heat
but like the black water mirage
ever unreachable
the faster and further I travel
you remain the same painful distance away.

My heart is again a ghost town.
Shutters clappingΒ Β against the
abandoned buildings
mocking
applause for the emptiness inside.
Any present moment
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