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Oct 2013
blank,
expressionless,
still and iridescent,
yet, motionless,
seen, heard;
inaudible
explanations
out of principle

to spread something you can't quite scrape across your face enough to show emotion;
unable to find words to use properly to ever say
what it is that haunts your beautiful mind.
Sal Gelles
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Sal Gelles  The road
(The road)   
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