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Feb 2014
What is it exactly that I need?

The same old
Sliding around is falling
Beautifully out of line.

I wonder if it eats
at you softly.
I'd love to know
When it begins to *burn away

At the fleshy substance
around the outside
of your brain.

We play
wicked games
In the name of science
and discovery
In order to *once-twice-three

Times try the **** around game;
Hopeful to figure out
Each others true anatomy.

The opposite *** -
The fear of *** -
What a nightmare. . .

**Why is it that I need an answer?
Andrew McElroy
Written by
Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)   
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