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Feb 2010
You take what I have.
Crossing tongues
Smashing bones
To create a path

Scorned and ******
To my death

Waves travel.
When you yell
I drink the potion.
Sipping …
Reciting the spell

Scorned and ******
To my death

You’ve taken what I have.
Crossing my tongues
Smashing my bones
You create the path.
Written by
Keiko Larrieux
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