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Aug 2013
My mind is an oil spill,
beautiful
intoxicating
vivacious colours
swirling endlessly,
keeping my spirit ablaze.
But they are not alone, for
dark, damp, and dingy poisons
are ruining the show.
Oh my love.
You are the euphoria
and the me inside of myself is the sludge.
I cannot remember which is truth.
Rachel Atkinson
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