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Apr 2012
I haven't felt in days.

Forgetting to set fire to hoops I jump through.

Thoughts of you like clouds of smoke on the horizon.

Never catching that sunset.

And you Night, so feeble.

Your womb is the only comforting thing I remember.
Tyler J Perrin
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