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Sep 2014
.5
You are water
washing rapidly
toward my vulnerable lungs
You are filling me
and I like the way it tastes
but I know
I swear to god
I ******* know
that when you get where
you're headed
I'm not going to
be able to breathe
Still,
I don't want to lose you
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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