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Centripetal I’d drown my sorrows Were I a man to smoke, snort, or shoot The pain away Then it would exist only behind a veil Of altered consciousness But I am not that man I am not you Hiding behind the weeds In the garden of your life With the weed that seems To be anything but So I’ll try--I will--to let you go But how I’ll do it I really don’t know

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Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  

Volume 12 Issue 1--Fall 2010

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