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Feb 2017
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My eyes alit with fire as I spoke
sensing it come up my throat
and dance to the tip of my tongue,
it quivered and wavered
seconds from bursting
but when I opened my mouth it lay

                still

Knowing it was not yet time,

and so it remains,

on the tip of my tongue.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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       Liam Hunter, Atticus, ---, Puff, --- and 3 others
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