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Nov 2013
as usual,
your name will flood my thoughts,
until all that is left of my once sane mind
are little pools of you -
puddles of your existence.
raindrops on the fogged up window that is the cloudy reality of my brain.
moonlit
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moonlit  tangled in my thoughts
(tangled in my thoughts)   
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   William Fischer and ---
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