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Mar 2013
i stood there in your shower
feeling the beads of water
cupping it
drinking it
as though it were the fountain of life.
i stomped in those puddles
filled with water
filled with gasoline
and wondered why the stripes from
the prisms in your eyes
aren't enough to keep you sane.
Kalena Leone
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Kalena Leone
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