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Jul 2013
Your eyes said it before your lips did.
Fingers tasting salt water streaks
On my cheeks
Down my neck
Talk about steps
The time my feet got amputated
mutated genes
Means the chemistry
Is in entropy's favor.  
Take a second to sprinkle
Sparkles
firecracker smiles
On lipsmacker lies.
Fake until its real.
Real until it dies.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Chris T and JL
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