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Nov 2015
The cold is the only warmth I've  known
The heat only comes from within and all there is to come
The only rise I have is when the waves lift me to my apex
My only apex
The trough is where I've been and belong
To be drowning for so long some thirst has to be quenched
The relentless reality of a drifter is forever lost
Sorrow only grows and is never relinquished
Misfit into an ocean of hungry sharks
Drown or be bitten apart
Ovid
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Ovid  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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