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Mar 2013
Forced.
You are quicksand
and I am always fighting back,
sinking fast
into you.
Your dirt fills my mouth
and my smoker's lungs.
You pull me under
like an anchor tethered to a ship
I drown in a sea
of you.
Jett
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