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Aug 2015
I'm filled to the brink,
Pouring over the edges of my mind.
You left me running,

like a faucet,

without the time to catch my breath.

My feet touch down and I walk
Sure and steady,

trying desperately not to spill a drop.
Jordan Sterling
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Jordan Sterling  Toronto, Ontario
(Toronto, Ontario)   
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