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Apr 2012
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.

Blurs above me
Blurs within me
Fur behind my leg
Leaves against my arm

I get this feeling that
This is how it was meant to be
Shane Carmichael
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Shane Carmichael
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