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Jun 2014
And as i approached the bathroom sink,
I turn on the faucet and washed my face with regret
and dried it with words I wish I'd said.
I rise and take a blurry glance in the mirror, i can't see clearly.
I'm not sure if I'm fading away or if I just left the hot water on.
Kenneth Beasley
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Kenneth Beasley  Wisco
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