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May 2013
Poetry
It infuriates me.
It rejuvenates me.
It frustrates me.
It creates me.
It kills me.
It fills me.
It weakens me.
It strengthens me.
It deceives me.
It receives me.
It IS me.
John Hill
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John Hill
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   --- and Amber Blank
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