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Apr 2012
Have you seen my home?

It use to be a place for me  

But now it's at the bottom of this bottle

I let it burn all the way through

Touching and  teasing my tongue with ease

My eyes seep with tears make me weak in my knees

Have you seen me?

I use to be alive

Now I am not found

If you see me remind me

I use to be new
Flawless Contradictions
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Flawless Contradictions  45/F/Michigan
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