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Sep 2016
it's × burnt × toast
&allofthethings;
you. let. go.
until _ _ there is [   nothing.  ]
}tohold{
& you-don't-know
if the ~salt~~water~
really matters
it could. be. the. waves.
the cl°ink°° of the ice
in ^her ^cocktail
or >her >eyes >or >her >nose
¿who knows?
a \ NY \way\
what-does-it-matter-now
{haditever}
| whatever |she wanted
》ebbs》《 and 》《flows》
her £ips
~ your ~mo~uth~~
&
#gone
TreadingWater
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