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Jul 2014
I want somebody
who knows what sadness is
To sit next to me
on this less than solid ground

i don’t hear my name often
Like a trick of reality
is when somebody addresses me
Fade, ghost, do lose hope

Even late bloomers
Wilt
Mosaic
Written by
Mosaic  United States
(United States)   
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   ---, --- and Francie Lynch
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