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Jun 2015
The air is thick with water beads
***** water beads
That fill my lungs
Making it harder to breathe

The yeast
In my belly
Is causing a sickness
That nothing can remedy

My head is full of
Dead ends and barricades
The yellow and black
Bumble Bee signs
Warning me to
Keep my feet on the ground

Just as a hot air balloon
Spills its people
Onto jagged rocks
Breaking their bones
And giving them ****** noses
Irving MacPherson
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