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Jan 2015
My soul
Not something to come and go with the wind
It's not something to be thrown on the tile floor
When it's been in a losing fight
So I'll sit here
And pretend that you know now
When I can't even tell you the correct word
You expect to sip lava through a straw
To fly while hiding in a cave
To know the utmost reach of my alignment to the stars
I cannot be tamed
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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   Kate Irons
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