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Apr 2015
Take the moment,
and pour into it forever,
such that lightness comes,
on the wagon of a drunken stomach.

Playing simple music,
bangs the loudest of the drums,
such that only the clever hear it,
on the crawling mountains of the mites.

Take a breath,
in the blackened water,
such that you'll never breathe again,
on the page.
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