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written by: G.R. Weslo



People move a lot
They run and scramble like words in a tyrant's speech
They reach with eyes and grab with hands
They are contained within each other
They are dedicated to their own personal broadcast
They are alone in public
With eyes that wander and mouths that drool over the next social meal
People are in a pack hungry and tired
People are human

G.R. Weslo

G.R. Weslo

Writing is the only way I can be the crazy out of my head
G.R. Weslo

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