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Apr 2011
cut fine
it runs....
furiously,
numbing me,
causing me to smile.

ground up
it travels....
slowly,
calming me,
causing me to smile.

distilled perfectly
it flows....
quickly,
confusing me,
yet causes me to smile.
Written by
apeitz
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