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Oct 2015
it drips from lips too hot to touch
the sound remains but the words have left
his eye's sweat their egg yellow cries
the water sways while the lyrics go

hair that is an explosion
into her blue puddly stare
all that is gravity keeps it there
Martin Narrod
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Martin Narrod  38/M/CA
(38/M/CA)   
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