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cafeteria

Patiently waiting in a line eyeballed an wary harsh barking of subterranean cultures standing weary and inured to the rotten fug the rotten oxygen inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of the convicted existing like convicts

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/25/2014 3:14:00 PM
came back to see your very first post. I really like this. It makes the reader feel weighted like a convict would feel!
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Michael Miers
Date: 10/25/2014 6:34:00 PM
thank you. I enjoy your work tremendously. I am flattered.
Date: 11/20/2013 2:49:00 PM
- A deep and well written poem, Michael - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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