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Mar 2015
You'll find ashes in the keys
from when I burned to stop the bleed,
and you can choose to think of me
but I know you won't.
When you go to say you're sorry,
I hope you don't.
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12/30/14
cosmo naught
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   Abigail Sedgwick
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