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Jun 2014
you can
read my poetry
in the breaths i take to cry
short,
gasps.
you can
read my poetry,
as neurotically
as my nightmares on a hot summer night.
it is poetry,
not the national anthem.

r.c.
Quiet
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Quiet  Behind You
(Behind You)   
409
   Santiago and Avery Greensmith
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