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May 2015
I have a flair for the strength living inΒ words that are screamed
I have an obsession for the decibels of the lion
And when the strings that bind the pressure in your throat are cut

But sometimes you'll sit there in the corner and you don't say a thing
You say nothing
and
honey you are the lion
Allison Marlow
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Allison Marlow
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