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I still am a late middle aged former government worker marking time until the cliff.
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013
She flashes across my screen An Instagram taken on a dare Or in a fit of pride Uploaded to the ether To be shared Like a baseball card No uniform No wrapping of any kind Just what she has And what she has added Minus what life and gravity Took away Alluring? Yes and no. Like a plane crash I can't turn away From the Instagram Of her dream.