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Apr 2015
Too eager, child.
You drank it all up. Every. Last. Drop.
The shoe has dropped
The teeth have been kicked in
The salt has been rubbed
The breath has been knocked out
there's nothing left, child, but to wait for impact
dead end.
Mandy Owensby
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Mandy Owensby  Colorado
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   Cecil Miller
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