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May 2014
And there was nothing
No itching to relieve
Something so irritating
and noxious as fumes
I exist to consume
and be consumed
a fleshy being
With little to lose
I exist, exist as blue
Not sky nor sea nor calm
but endless and deep endued
I asked for it
Raised to perfection
So, well, I settle
before night ensues
Feeling Real
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Feeling Real  26/F
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   blue heart red skies, --- and AJ
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