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Monday, October 12, 2015
Mistman
Most of us decided not to speak to one another,
Every now and then I'm even more unlike my father.
Teaching myself how to learn like everybody else.
Speaking with a foreign tongue so distant from the shelf.
Smtms
Sometimes I'm just too much for me,
I can't hold on I cannot breath.
Sometimes I watch too much to see
What's going wrong within between.
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