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Nov 2016
This side seems more fitting,
when strangled by piercing emotion.
It doesn't seem to fade well,
Wellness unacheived, only commotion.
Down, down we go,
Slight light opening.
Wake me up,
Keep me frozen thin.
Too much my friends,
to end, and pretend.
Keep hold of a life,
just starting to mend.
But long overdue for saturated intoxication..
The feels..
Sink..
Until next time.
Kyle Fisher
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Kyle Fisher  Fredericksburg, Virginia
(Fredericksburg, Virginia)   
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   Kathryn Maurine
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