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May 2013
Sitting in the shadows of plastic bottles,
Round,
Familiar to the touch of contaminated skin.

Let the oval cascade your neck,
Toxins in the body disperse,
Tired eyes fall.

Cleanse your mind of anguish;
Step into bubbles pumped with white lies.

And never take out the pin in your pocket.
Giovanna
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   Andrew Quilles and Dreiliece
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