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Mar 2018
that apricot


a pric ot

ap rico t

a pric o t

was that for me
or everyone
in
be
tween


was this something of an test
she told her lover
he put his
hands
on
her
shoulders

she has been reading me
he has been reading me
he don't know what she knows
when he figures out what she knows
it may be to late
your midnight
calls


hear me answer
never believe
me
answers

we have found meaning

we have found the meaning
of
this
thing
called
life
it
was
made


Apricot
Peeling
f­oRce feeding
Insanitys
Crying
Out
T
s
?






...
..
.
has he gone
...
..
.
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