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Feb 2015
Sometimes I wondered if my heart
fell asleep
the way
my limbs would
when I would put
too much pressure
on them,
its awakening spurring spurns
that punished its daring ascent
Until the pressure had passed and so had time.
Sour Patched Kid
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Sour Patched Kid
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   Pax
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