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Even the Sensible

By Cynicism101

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

You're diffusing into my soul, and whether you're filling me out or filling me up or filling me in I like the weightlessness It's spring again, and even the sensible have some growing to do. Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 02:49 PM PST   0 • 13

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