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Nov 2014
Within creased paper lie binded souls
Firmly held within my clutch ,
Ideology hemorrhaging as non-opposables only bend so much.
Thirsty i reached for a swig of your cupย 
Open palmedย 
This vessel mishandledย 
the contents soaked through bedrock
Its remains a drink for the decrepit.
joe perez
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joe perez  orlando, fl
(orlando, fl)   
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