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Aug 2011
green mud puddles spill over
unto the salt water
tiny ripples spread about like
looking for a place to go
then disappear with each current
each drop makes the water rise
up,up
untill its drowning my eyes
my body and the lies
washing away the internal cries
of the lost internal child.
Brittany  Carter
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Brittany Carter
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   Jon Tobias
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