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Dec 2014
Human anchors are far too disposable.
I got too greedy, and I sunk the boat.
And I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
I got so lonely.
I made friendship bracelets out of anyone who stood too close.
But I always manage to lose the good jewelry.
"Well,
I am the barely living son
Of woman and man who barely made it,
But were making it."
AJ
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