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Jan 2015
I sweep myself
into a puddle
and I evaporate
into the dirt

and I drown in
the sand
and I freeze
under blankets

and I hunger
for water
and I thirst
for words

and I taste
the anger
and I breathe
the impossible

and I cry
in sheer happiness  
and laugh
from a broken heart

but I still live.
sweet ridicule
Written by
sweet ridicule
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   Hannah Mary and Sam Lundry
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