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the storage area has no
real walls no maps no
way to get fixed and
that’s the good news
it was a gold car kind
of day the last I saw
your pretty face your
glow in the dark lit
every stage of steel
steady unhurried a
small aspect of sad
that was always there
anyway we could be
oceans apart still
because only through
the deepest waters
does your heartbeat
echo like the smallest
of sighs
Posted 11/10/15
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