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Mar 2014
Missing minutes mesmerize.
Text is troublesome.
Five days in; bought the fantasy.

That guy... Got too close.
There was no sweet dark chocolate to be fed.
It was real.

Tears that healed at distance would flood.
We did the damage.
False smiles will always fade.

I AM MY WORDS.
CAN YOU BE YOURS?
Robert H Rook III
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