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Dec 2013
I'm deafly afraid

that you never learned to stay a float,

that you will decide to take a swim in an ocean of your own sad tears,

and that I'll be to busy admiring your face in glass reflection of the water,

that the glass might shatter

and we just might drowned.
Alex McDaniel
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