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Nov 2013
I'd rather I drown
Slowly, silently slipping
Beneath human waves

Than find myself burn
At the ends of their matchsticks
For I'll have chosen

When to cease swimming-
And I know within myself
*That I'll never stop.
Written by
Jo
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