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Oct 2015
make my throat a little sore
going down -
but go down,
fill the open wounds in my chest
make my stomach stop turning
make my world stop burning
from the inside out
color me in
with a chamomile crayon
lay on me until
we're lost
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     ryn, am i ee and Derek Devereaux Smith
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