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Jun 2012
syrup tones slip from your
puckered bud of a mouth
oil from your eyes staining,
not quite reaching your rusty smile
tendons creak as your teeth
grind
forcing little things to trust you
"come lie down a while...
Hallie Bear
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Hallie Bear
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   ---, --- and Debra A Baugh
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