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Nov 2016
There's no risk in you.
I think it's what separates
us from each other.

I've been here too long,
I have "go" in my blood but
"stop" in both my hands.

I'm a boiling man,
and moving too fast for you.
Oil in my veins.

The world is spinning
way too fast to be insane,
I'm just keeping up.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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   Caitlin Nesbit and naeuta
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