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The grass never stays long enough to go brown. She flew in from the grey and All of the skin on her legs could not be bought from me. The voice that wrought a piece of me so Crucial I thought all of the breathing before it must have been labored and never this free. When our hair touched and fell together the green stayed longer. Like someone hired a caretaker who raked through the mounds of myself there was left behind. What parts kept the ground barren were gathered up and I could see a new season.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Seattle
The grass never stays long enough to go brown. She flew in from the grey and All of the skin on her legs could not be bought from me. The voice that wrought a piece of me so Crucial I thought all of the breathing before it must have been labored and never this free. When our hair touched and fell together the green stayed longer. Like someone hired a caretaker who raked through the mounds of myself there was left behind. What parts kept the ground barren were gathered up and I could see a new season.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
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