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Afternoon Delight

Like a red-eyed scavenger you devoured my thoughts one by one. You sometimes sit with predatory hands, waiting to snatch any word that can be used against me. You hear me but you never listen, for that would take too much effort. You are not what I always thought you were. No, you are just one of the rubber gloved elite, an aging debutante peering at the faded portraits through your own weathered prism.

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Date: 4/25/2012 4:00:00 PM
strong. but sad...
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