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Nov 2013
I don't know what has made me so
fluid, how I go from empty to full based on what everyone
wants to drink
or the amount of lovers I can drown just by
breathing.

I am so weak
that I am something
that cannot even be cut open (I am

so sorry that the only thing I am good for is soaking
your clothes so you
feel like you can never run away from me.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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