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Jul 2013
Ceiling quaking.
Flaking asphalt, falling
stars--cement breaking.

Murdered by hope
under stained promises
presently forsaken.

You're (barely) living
under the overpass
I've been doing a lot of traveling lately.
Anne M
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Anne M
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