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Nov 2012
Stranded and standing stark naked
Looking longingly for lost love;
Pulling pounds of putrefied protoplasm
From your feeble foundation;
You exist in an enigmatic environment of errors.

Your words ache and your blood seethes and your mind tremors
At the offenses of time since passed.

Give up the fight; you're careening towards a cataclysmic crash of capacious proportions.
Becca Keith
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