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Dec 2014
You show up like phantom
In the night.

Over explanation,over zealous,over my head.

You being you,
I change with
weather,age and where you locate

I find your address,Eastlake
In your single apartment
I see you there in front of your walnut desk
with your lips sternly tight
Seattle.
maggie W
Written by
maggie W  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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   Devon Webb
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