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Mar 2013
If love is a drug, then she is ecstasy
one touch to your tongue
and your whole world expands.
But what if love were measured by the spilling of clouds?
Then, my dear, she'd be a hurricane
with all warning to stay inside.
Stephanie Rice
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Stephanie Rice  New York/Maryland
(New York/Maryland)   
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