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Sunday, June 2, 2013
dilemma
I have never lived
a day in my life --
life,
if you would call it that.
My words seem to be
pouring over me --
paint
falling on us like rain.
I know what I want,
my future in you --
dead,
but I have never lived.
r.k.
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