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3/20/2012
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Enough stuff to make my head rust.
I burst into flames.
The sun beams down overhead.
Extending into my space.
I contemplate.
Nature.
Then everything is gone.
Nurture.
I suffocate.
Bleed blood.
Feed food.
Give grave.
Eternal boot.
I evaporate.
The moon shines overhead.
Tides me over the next wave.
I wave.
The earth mocks my existence.
I dissipate.
Live love.
Fuel fire.
Stronger stranger.
Linger longer.
Respect regret.
Relive inspect.
Hold hands.
Wiggle toes.
Only I know.
Enough stuff to make my head rust.
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