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Jul 2016
Before you,
I always felt that I was sick
That I wasn’t quite right
Like a storm within
That needed to be quelled.


And when I first grabbed your hand
I felt okay
For the first time in my life.


And now that the ocean
Has swallowed me
I understand
How medicine and poison
Can be the same thing.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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