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Dec 2013
Their presence sketches like acid,  
almost pythonesque  
point blank opening bus  windows
in the chill of the British  winter
only because  their  ,
over clothed shopping sweat
induced the delirium,
stares the weary answers why not !
If I could only notate your wrongful expression
to sweep away your feigned surprise
the world would  right itself.
topaz oreilly
Written by
topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
635
   Nat Lipstadt, Zoe and Timothy
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