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Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Awkward

It's like a moment stuck in an invisible net -
though honestly
I can't move because concrete boots anchor me to this catastrophe.
Somehow my stomach escapes in this devilish distraction of
smoke bomb muddied thoughts.
Now, you expect me to
focus on the outside world with this chaos?
A spectacle is born.

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