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Oct 2013
What distinct dysfunction
Braided with wet, sickly kisses
It's amazing how they betray
Every sense of apprehension

Like a cracked, over baked
Homemade cookie
Inviting on the surface
With burnt underbelly

So the noon hour finds me
Seeking sweetness from establishments
Particularly named to suggest
A better reality lies in their arms

The rain can't let up now
It's fallen too strong, too long
Perhaps my tale follows suit
Let me contemplate over coffee, twelve sugars

My greed comes through the back
I recognize the sleight!
Singling it out without mercy
Generosity dressed in trickery

On this day, and those to come
I might stop to hold my tongue
To let the reminder settle & sink
Sing never for the sake of rewards
Westbow
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Westbow
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   K Balachandran
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