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Jan 2015
I know its really winter when my fingers start to hurt
as if my nineteen year old bones have grown wise to changing seasons

And I was thinking about how nice it would be
If you could type my password on my iphone

Today when my fingers started to hurt
(because you haven't forgotten it, have you?)
Melanie Melon
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Melanie Melon
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