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Dec 2014
urn
first it's just a whisper
a scratching at your ear

then a quiet rumble
traveller drawing near

something asks for you
if you wouldn't mind

things you've spent are due
we're trying to be kind

nothing is so lonely
lick the icy shiver

now you understand
there's nothing in the mirror
Porter
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Porter  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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   Devon Webb and jajwa
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