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Oct 2011
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.
Drew Brinckerhoff
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Drew Brinckerhoff
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