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Nov 2014
Between the silences is the pitiful exchange
We sit, stiff backed, in plastic chairs.
I don't want to talk to you,
your attempts to make conversation
are all but ignored.
Tight lipped, I turn away.
To think you could make me better.
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
215
     WickedHope and Artaxerxes
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