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Jul 2014
t  h  i  s
mis sour i
a  i  r       i  s
suffocatingme
because  i swear
you've breathed  it
all in and out so now
i'm  left   searching  for
microscopic bits of it that
haven't touched your teeth
"And the water rolls down the drain
The water rolls down the drain
Oh, what a lonely thing
In a lonely drain
July, July, July
It never seemed so strange"
-The Decemberists
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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