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Feb 2013
Light the fire.
Please do.
Let the smoke fill your lungs and let you not come back.

Pull the gun from the holster.
Feel free.
Shoot the deer- feel the rule of three.

Cast your line in the pond.
I want to see the sharks.
They'll circle and pull you under.
Zoe Mize
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