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Aug 2015
Give me one more drink,
I think I might find the bottom.
What a comfort to sink just beneath
Breathing in this cool and burning filth.
Through the warm portal
I can slip down into forever
with my arms outstretched.
It's endless
and unbearably deep.
You can taste it,
it's coming.
I can feel it.
Raleigh Smith
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Raleigh Smith
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   --- and Swords and Roses
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