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Jul 2012
Douce
Cette plume de feu

Gorging upon my heart prematurely.
Après le massacre, mon tête est effrayé.
Yet the chemistry lab, mon corps,
Is addicted to love.

It is all so deceptive.

Un question-
What is love?

Hormones-
It must be more.

Our souls two rivulets
Se mélanger sur le chemin vers la mer.
Devin Asher Corry
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