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Dec 2014
you called me liquid because my language is fluid
i didn't call you fire because between water—there is a winner
and with us there is no loser and also
no champion.
you are oil
so close, so close—
but we will never be the same.
we will never be a solution
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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