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Porcupine

Sometimes a hollow hug hurts a buzz word stings like a game of blame and acid shame and the very venom we secrete stills a heart of a simple beat to hold and to perish a love well-worn to fold and to cherish a beast forlorn.

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Published: Jun 18, 2011
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