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Nov 2014
I saw a man who was buying time
with the last of his pennies in a threadbare coat.
He whispered to me on the train that we caught
that a love that will waste, is one caught in one's throat.

sahn 11/9/14
thanks as always for sharing my work with me.
Written by
Shannon  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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