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Jun 2013
there is no button to press and hold
down
no slab of clay to abuse and mold
brown
the sky turned ash grey
frown
your scarlet lips did not object nor obey
hown
your fickle fingers crawling in my ears
hear
chasing after a sheetless bed of
tears
Sometime, 2010
Doctor SM
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Doctor SM  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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