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Misconceptions

You're less than I thought you were. I am less than I thought I'd be. Somewhere between the sifting sand, and tide I remember us, poor and volatile. A volcano - the crust defending eruption - You smiled and I choked.

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drew-brinckerhoff

American

Published: Oct 9, 2011
LinesWords: 941

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