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Oct 2013
There's an essence in the air
that leaves me panting
thirsting
craving

A sweet toxicity of sorts
that floods these halls
these rooms
these bodies

There's a force amongst this crowd
A collective heart pulsating

It's a notion of liberation
of one heart beating sporadically
Micah Reschke
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Micah Reschke
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