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Jan 2013
One day, will I wake up in tailpipe dust
craving venom blossoming on poison vines
the dam had ruptured
and then I bled out
an oxymoron
afraid to die
fantasies of death's decay
when out of place
like acid drops on a docile leaf
withered away, receding
the flower melted seeping to the center of the Earth
the world having ceased
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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