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Sep 2016
All my vim is leaking,
Dripping slowly out.
Salted vitality,
Etching streaks of drought.
Leaving me barren,
Deficient of birr,
In need of my ardor,
With nothing but blur.
Haddie Brenner
Written by
Haddie Brenner  London
   dj mcc
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