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Oct 2014
Like the beginning of a new book it's just so good

Characters, spaces, a cheap date and a passing look
She just might burn

Can you smell anything through the tears
Can you see anything

Happiness being choice I don't know who is in prison now
With the sun going down its only a small amount of time before it gets back out

I won't make the same mistake twice
But I do see darkness down the line
I do see a future where light is needed
I do see a time where freedom was a quality not mere thought and I had to gave up
She cheated

I do not hold anything against the world
I understand fully who we can be
I have seen a much larger description
A challenge to most In reality
Mad at the changes others fold into their  palms
Listening to each virtuous poem

We call them psalms
Joseph Miller
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Joseph Miller  Portland
(Portland)   
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