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Jun 2014
Now I'm sitting in front of this screen
pounding away at the keys
in some mismatched order trying to form words
words about my day
words that try to communicate
words that explain the things that i see or do
here is where i try to make sense

Now I'm slumped at my desk
scribbling away on a pad of paper
in an endless stream trying to lay bare my thoughts
thoughts about my friends
thoughts about cigarettes and coffee and pretty girls i try to talk to
words that show the things i think
here is where i try to feel
Parker Callous
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Parker Callous
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