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The words I wrote can hurt me. She wrote to forget, I read and remember. Old almond gifts can make eyes tear when we try and turn them into onions.
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
stories of the self
The words I wrote can hurt me. She wrote to forget, I read and remember. Old almond gifts can make eyes tear when we try and turn them into onions.
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
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