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May 2016
Please. Will
someone take this weight
from up on me?
It's killing me,
and I don't
know how to put it down.

Wait.
I do not like the light
that's up on me.
It’s seeing me,
and I know
I don't like what it's found.
Rustle McBride
Written by
Rustle McBride  Delaware
(Delaware)   
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