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Jan 2014
Communal poems
don’t work.
Too many ideas
and too much
judgement.
I feel self conscious.
Naked.
No clothing.
No words.
I’ve forgotten them all.
//Our first poem together.
Circa 1994
Written by
Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Chuck
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