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May 2014
Today I sat in the parking lot
Of my old high school
I felt sorry for everyone in that prison-like building;
They don't know that pain is excruciating
But pleasure is too
And the car started to get hot
So I drove away
And got a cup of coffee
And remembered where I was in my life
And I smiled and wiped my sweaty lip
Sydney
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Sydney  New York
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