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15 Years

September 27, 2015
By Anonymous

Toxic syrup courses through me,
Rushing, blood rushing.
My sanguine cheek rubs against your lips.
And now,
We are born.
Into seedtime,
Clearing the winter.
A winter we have weathered for years.
15 years.
We are born.



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