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Apr 2015
Take my heart,
Crush it
Then feed it to the birds
Pretend that you're helping
Stopping the hurt
Feed my empty soul with words that caress me
Til I burst
You were good at your craft
Obviously rehearsed.
Tashatha
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Tashatha  Botswana
(Botswana)   
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