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Feb 2012
oh no, the burning of
the throat for which the great horn bellowed
years and years of
imagination twitch- twitch- twitching
to reach the heart maybe reach
the gun of thirsting hot
treated misused hot twisted--
but at last
s
  t
    r
      e
         a
             m
                    s s s s s
they know even when
you are drowning you are still
soothed and it hurts and it is pure
so just relax
              relax
              relax
so many smooth
streams
Megan Hundley
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Megan Hundley  25/F/United States
(25/F/United States)   
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