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Feb 2013
It's as simple
As a feeling
Being there,
And then not.

It's as different
As the seasons;
Blooming spring,
Winter rot.

You make me sick.

Acid waste
So sharp
Upon my
Tongue.

And now--

I hide my heart
Like a loaded
Gun.
MKB
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MKB  Two-Spirit/Out There, Somewhere
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