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May 2015
**** is running in rivulets
into this keyboard, pouring
from the ends of my fingertips,
and it paints these words brown.

Just like my eyes.

Can you smell it?
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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   Emily Tyler
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