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Wed, 06/19/2013 - 12:12 -- rlewter

Location

35205
United States
33° 29' 43.7712" N, 86° 48' 34.1316" W

You're always running in the opposite direction.
I am worried that I am not smart or
funny or insightful.
So I say nothing.
What I feel has no words. The banging of
metal parts in my lungs. The grind of gears
in my heart.
I am a machine.
Here you come.
I watch you go.

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