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Feb 2015
she beds down with the most dangerous snakes she can find
and waits for the bite

she swallows the venom
then slides back in to me

give up the ghost,
don't look behind


i couldn’t help it if i tried

this world's cold and she’s a fire
Michael Blace
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Michael Blace
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