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Jul 2013
Sly
Your blood just runs warmer than I,
Mine slithers across my tongue
writing myths.

Why should anything matter
if we just run away?
Let's take this time to be nothing.
Peyton Leigh Stille
Written by
Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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