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Jul 2015
we've become walking coffins
throwing dirt on ourselves
with the idea that if we all
somehow, managed
to care less
loss will never find us
but the slow death of feeling
buries us alive

and i,
am not yet ready to die
ivory
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ivory  30/F/nowhere/everywhere
(30/F/nowhere/everywhere)   
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   Cecil Miller
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