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Aug 2013
Find me a
passion
fear
lust
pain
anger
desire
anxiety,
need
That spins, spinning
Into a tornado
That destroys us.

With you I am by a lake, waiting.
There is no breeze.
There is a bird and a wave and a
mosquito; expected.
Your hand holds mine but your palms are dry.
And my eyes are too.

What is this place?
Sully Porter
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Sully Porter
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   Jay, Tessa Marie and Traveler
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