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May 2014
Quiet symbols,
Empty spaces,
Tiny black holes,
Forgetting faces.
We're under pressure;
Out of time.
Broken leisure.
Boxed in mime.
We're covered in silence from head to toe.
We lost our places in the lines below.
Michael Kenneth Christian
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Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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