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Mar 2014
i'm stopped at a red light.
it's dark.
my cigarette bobs
up and down.
the traffic driving by
creates a soothing sound.
i am free.
i'm gone from that confining place.
i smell smoke and night air.
the light is green.
green means go.
go to the great perhaps.
live like your life is a book.
lachrymose
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lachrymose  His Arms
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