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I cant breathe, he says Brushes my hand from his throat He laughs I smile Little whip's too red, he says Slides the falls through his fingers He laughs I smile Please dont stop, he says Arches his back in stiff poise He cant breathe Neither can I
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Windfalls
I cant breathe, he says Brushes my hand from his throat He laughs I smile Little whip's too red, he says Slides the falls through his fingers He laughs I smile Please dont stop, he says Arches his back in stiff poise He cant breathe Neither can I
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
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