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Jul 2013
I
Salivate
at
its
tale.
A
Festive
ale.
a test...
it fails,
as
i
fall
fast.
Ill
taste
it
till
its
setative
aliviates  
its
seal
i
feel.
still
it
is
late...
its vital.
i
live
as
i taste.
set
late
as i
lae
ital.
Written by
Andrew Rivera
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