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Mar 2015
Grip grip grasping at words dangling from the tips of thousands of tongues tied to the sky gasping.

Drip drip dripping in viscous dew they slip slip easily from frantic fingers.

The cup held with patient hands is being ever filled forever overflowing drip drip drip.

See sentences swingin' from spit slingin' serpents.

Don't be rippin' 'em down.
Try listenin'. It's a
trip trip trip

palms out
Gigi Tiji
Written by
Gigi Tiji  USA
(USA)   
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     Jamie King
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