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Nov 2013
A thousand miles behind my eyes
I gaze upon this world
Through hazy, distant window panes
The shapes and faces swirl
I hear their call, they know my name
I try for a reply
But voice will not return to me
Neither whimper nor a cry
J R
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J R  California
(California)   
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