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Aug 2014
voices lower, eyes cast themselves down
to seize, to choke, to drown
death is an invitation and we cry and smile sadly
when it comes in the mail
(oh, how the envelope suffocates)

-cj
smallhands
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   Ariel Baptista and Antonio
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