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May 2015
keep
me
asleep
the bones
play home
to a throne
where you sit
an endless pit
boys who lack wit
find themselves amidst
her critters and first aid kits
at the bottom of this
at the bottom of her world
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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