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Sep 2014
the girls want reason.

the boys want prizes.

when do we take inventory?

the blood, or the time, or the hope?

the only winners here are the ones that annulled their pride.

and i'm at the back of the class....... again.

scouting another victim.

or is she scouting me?

when we play to lose,
the "winner" never wins.

there's a masterpiece of checks and balances

but i fail to see

if you won,
or if i lost.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
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