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FallingAsleepTonight

Published: Aug 1, 2012

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That man
at the
corner

does not
watch the
light-

instead,
he smashes
a bug

who had
somewhere
to go.

Dreaming.

OliviaMichalski

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Another simple poem, really liking this style.

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aNsArIiAn

Aug 11, 2012

so simple and saddening.

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