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Nov 2014
Eat breathe drink run sleep

Face me. Take in all my image.
I won't be here tomorrow.
Why won't you look.
Do you not care.
Have you already forgotten
even though I'm right in
front of you.

Stay away.
You're burning me.
I was never one who liked warmth.
Nathan Smith
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