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I broke my bones into sticks and stones I let them pile for a fire in the end left to question, a burning confession: was it you who lit the match?
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
Broken Bones
I broke my bones into sticks and stones I let them pile for a fire in the end left to question, a burning confession: was it you who lit the match?
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
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