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untouchable
20090113
nintyseven
at their stations, low and confident
they stare
hard and waiting eyes talk
they hear a static from surrounding airwaves
but they focus, determined
blink. was it yours or mine?
or are we so in sync it was both?
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i wreck shit. & love popsicle sticks with jokes on them.