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Oct 2013
In a coffee-house
not far from where the sun gifted me with my mother
I realize that everyone looks like something out of the best noir film;
The brew sitting next to my state of the art technology
leaves a taste on my tongue that I long to rid;
A couple sits ,happy,
aloof to what God has warned them;
Oh,
I'm not the only one who has been darkened.
Emerald Proctor
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Emerald Proctor
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