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Jan 2015
Pity
Isn't it too?
That as I neared a reproaching breath
That I should be pulled under
And with no one to hold me
Funny
Isn't it too?
I saw you running alone the shore
Once more
And kept running
As I swam away
You opened the cellar door
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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