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Dec 2013
This is the place
Where lovers gather
                 To grind the softest parts
                 Of their hopes down to bone
To find those white buried truths
Hidden beneath the waters and mud

Our honest is buried under an ocean of blood
Dive
        Dive
This is how we learn to take off our clothing
Eliot Greene
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