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Nov 2014
Eyes glazed over.
Sitting down.
Staring away
at the ground.
Tracing my knuckle
with my finger.
Having a chuckle,
good thoughts linger.

The air around my head feels light.
The ground below my feet feels right.
Soaring above, looking at the ants down there.
When I'm actually just sitting in this chair.
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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   Julia O'Neary
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