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Feb 2013
All at once

there's pure
air in my
blood

I am
the whiteness
of everything
in the sky

I don't feel
cloth, or the mug of
crowds on me
at all
No
my skin's in a
muddy pool miles
below
where i used to swim

    where i
    was a puddle
    you were the rain

It's so nice now
to be your cloud
dripping black drops
of you
from my belly

Yes it's sublime
watching you
collect yourself
into some helpless
pool puddle

Yes
i feel so light
to make you frown
Written by
Hollie Stutzman
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