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May 2014
the world is our enmityville
don't bother trying to catch that bus,
the driver won't stop for you.

hissing telephone wires
noisy tea kettles
the lonely ******
you hear through your wall.

people bringing you down
people getting the best of you
funny how saints are born
once they've run out of sins.

this is enmityville
where neither life nor death
seems appealing.
Simon Obirek
Written by
Simon Obirek  Brooklyn/Denmark
(Brooklyn/Denmark)   
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     SG Holter, Despondent, --- and Peter Jones
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