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Sunday, November 6, 2011
unstuck
There is something to peaceful about
standing on the edge of a bridge
over the freeway.
I want to be like the cigarette
that burns burns
and then is tossed in the road
to rest.
and doesn't have to keep on burning.
11/3/11
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