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Nov 2018
I can't make myself in this place
Breathing the air between this rivers water
I side spin and flip defying the rocks
Finding where the gaps pool in to rest
I will not bite I will not eat until it's done.
I know where I was I was born and I'm jumpingΒ Β hoping to be there before I die to be like my mom.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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