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Sep 2013
Woke up with fall air crisp and burning it's way
Down into the breezy interior of my summer heart
Mornings like these beg to be alone
The solitary pulse of rushing blood sets the tempo
My steps sure and quick on unforgiving asfault
Colors weave through my vision
Catching the earth in mid costume change
Feels provocative.
We are all peeping Tom's.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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   ---, ---, Timothy and Brandon
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