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Apr 2011
Whole.
Remember when you were pure

Happy

But swing chains rust

And see-saws break

And we become broken

Our paint peels

We are chipped away

What a shame

We all become

Such fragile broken things
Written by
Mary Catherine
390
   ---, heidi, Tyler Nicholas and Lauren Nicole
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