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Sep 2014
dully throbs shadowy
perches black on
every table
meandering 'tween what I really say
a beat, beating my head against
the rock again
throbbing deep
who can ever see?
******* it! Me!
The bills will one day be paid.
The light will come
back
the electric
will come
on.
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