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Jul 2013
Often passion is drawn out of the earth
Through the feet and it radiates upwards
Through the body, tracing the limbs
Finally it bottles at the neck,
Never making it to the head
Where it can be reasoned with

Taking out our corkscrews
We pop the bottles and
Drink in the ecstasy
Like wine
No comments. Unless you want some.
Holly Salvatore
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Holly Salvatore
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   ---, kenye and Kyle Bailey
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