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Jan 2015
Smother my creation
My furious space
Lock the door
Force this tangible restlessness
And mortal wound
Upon me
Rise against my every word
Dressing my cares with every delicacy
Beat my heart
Without a pause or glance
Because for no
I will resist
But know
That this could be construed as love
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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   Willis Monty, torrey and Jamie King
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