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Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood

1/6/14

Throw

I put my book down
It was a long day
It felt like fizzy lemonade

I saw the picture in my head
It was a distant kite
I felt so out of socket

So I threw away my magic
And i was alright 
It smelled like spring water

Pasted by Unknown at 13:20
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