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Nov 2016
I am water.
I mold to fit into your life
But you never really care for the flavor I add.

I am a chameleon.
I fade in and out of the existence you know and into another's.

I am clear.
I seem to be see through, but you never really know what's inside.
Not the best but oh well. I'll cook up better ones later
Florence Maude
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Florence Maude
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