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lumps in my throat
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Lazy Lids
Wonder, but never
full. She told me
my soul was half empty.
Maybe like a shoe
should be. I never listen
but blinking in sync
gets tiresome every
third round. I think
she caught me, but
I never really think
anyway. What would
you do with your
slipping lids?
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