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Sep 2010
I feel the itch in the bug bite,
I hear the keyboard as I write,
I see the city lights from a height,
I smell that stench and try to be polite,
I taste runniest part of the egg white,
And I see the faces in the shadows and light.
Violet Lundy
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Violet Lundy
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