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Oct 2016
I'm only good in doses the closest you'll ever get to all of me is in the trees when runnin free from dreams of animosity and childhood fears

I wear thin
my impact only comes (in)
if I keep the light dim
If i let it simmer and shout then there is no doubt you'll see all of me and my childhood dreams
My needs that seethe on you
Are a kid and his toy wrench
Turning every loose *****
Samantha Faye King
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