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Sep 2014
I hide behind cardboard ceilings

walls and feelings

searing idols collide

find

ask me why

they trust the words we throw

I feel the wood and leaves at my hands and feet

and they are real to me

got the best

and found he who lies

and cover in a soapbox mound

where the standing shout
Michael McLean
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Michael McLean  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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