filling in time

I count the sidewalk smiles

outside the subway

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"How are you?"

like a flat soda

I open my aching heart

to your enquiry

the graphics of war

best not paint them in pixels

rather in spilt tears

blow me away

lift me up and take me

kite with no strings

slave to wind's whim

landing in Neverland
 

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