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My Agony
Somebody help me.
I'm losing the tenderness.
Even the watery, hot lunge
of summer.
The hugging fate of safety
no longer looms like storm
clouds or broken traffic lights.
It's hard to inhale inside this
waterfall.
I'm losing the tenderness.
Even the watery, hot lunge
of summer.
The hugging fate of safety
no longer looms like storm
clouds or broken traffic lights.
It's hard to inhale inside this
waterfall.
Published 23rd Sep 2012
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