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Saturday, October 29, 2011
Your children shouldn't play here (poem)
My lies rotate the stop signs
Her eyes ignite the street
My words are losing color
She needs to go to sleep
My thoughts dust off the pavement
Her hands rest near my feet
My silence whispers "Thank You"
She needs to go to sleep.
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