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Aug 2013
*** I first called,
told like Greek mythology.
Well now I wait under
neon light
for the Feelings so
drowning you’ll never fight.
A distant stare,
uneasy hands,
laughter uncommanded.
Unwanted.
To me, the world is poisoning,
you’re all I understand.
Thank you.
m greene
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m greene  lunatica
(lunatica)   
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