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Jan 2014
i avoid pen and paper
i can't stand the sight of it
when i'm not able to get
the words out right

lately i'm an oldsmobile,
sputtering smoke and
coughing cogs as i
attempt to make my
way up a hill that seems
to have no end

i'm desperate for horizon,
but all i can focus on
are the next four inches
Quinn
Written by
Quinn  Bremerton, WA
(Bremerton, WA)   
764
   Amber, Joel M Frye, --- and jude rigor
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