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 Nov 2010 Becky
Sarah Armstrong
Illuminating light
from a booklight in my bed
I do not read; I write
of the feelings from my chest
I’m flying like a kite
and you’re ******* with my head
We always say goodnight
when we lay ourselves to rest
I wrote this on MDMA..............

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