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Monday, May 14, 2012
tuesday nights
Can you see
in my eyes
The wars
that are fought
inside my head?
"you look tired" he said
He hasn't seen the least of it
I'm coming home
so dry my eyes.
There's too many,
occupyig this single space.
(written a few months ago)
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