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Dec 2013
Type writer moves
the keys flicker lightening
She minds music
in the background
The note she writes
always a period;
this sorrowful, her mouth never
opens right, lips on the town .
Written by
Breezy Raye  phoenix
(phoenix)   
584
   Tana Young and Nat Lipstadt
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