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Oct 2010
wasted
turned inside out
      like a damp t-shirt drying in the sun
soaking up the
salt stained air

      whats left behind
and forgotten
while lovers
play naked on the shore

im just here to watch
Apparently I wrote this on a night I can't remember
RIGAAL
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