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Oct 2014
my bones ache
supported by the pillows
of dust and air
lids flutter open
and close
memories play like kittens
occasionally
the fun turns ugly
lines crossed
mentally I shake it off
Any present moment
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Any present moment
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   Eudora and ryn
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