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Apr 2013
The air around you
is so much thicker,
like ice, melting;
dripping on my forehead.
Torturing me, you are
Your fashion of life,
I assume
and I listen,
as the words flow
from your mouth
and I die a little
after every syllable.
4/11/12

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Zac C
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Zac C  Mars
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