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Apr 2012
inhale, think
exhale, release
eventually time can cease.

the presence of being unleashed
quiet to released
with a hack,
and a cough
its something and i know i forgot.

times up
in a white film,
a tacky resin
cleverly gone UP
in a moment
filled with smoke.
Written by
April Hapner  F/Tennessee
(F/Tennessee)   
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