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Jul 2013
Just the smell of the summer
i can hear with that sense
i can see with that sense
i can taste with that sense
i can feel with that sense
the crazy, wild, wound feeling of years
can unwind
release
and fall
but it falls back on top of me
and fills back in through my mouth
so i can get back to work
Max Petersen
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