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holeI dug a little hole, to be / the home of flowers presently / inside a squirming worm in slime

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May 19, 2013

stopI can't help but dream of you / and me, sitting, drinking cups of tea. / Talking, mildly discussing, of the color blue;

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May 18, 2013

Sunny DayIt was a sunny day / when grandpa died / I sweated in my little tie

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May 19, 2013

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