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Jun 2014
Peering through a window in space...
Have you ever wanted something so bad
Tears ran down your face whenever you thought of it?
   A language understood in tears

   An ardor for self-depreciation...

...Or a taste for what cannot be.
It will send spirals down your taste buds for now

But that sinking boat in your chest doesn't go away.
Devyn Batchelder
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Devyn Batchelder
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