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Jul 2014
I am of water still thinking I'm in it

there's no ripple it's internal

body temperature thick and dark like black marker or pen ink

writing yourself poisons you

but I feel fine

maybe I read it wrong or heard it for too long

this love song in the chambers of me
Michael McLean
Written by
Michael McLean  Ontario
(Ontario)   
477
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