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Mar 2015
Drown with silence
Evaporate with salt
I'll repeat. I'll repeat:
It's not your fault.

Leaning into black
I'll watch you dance
You'll repeat. You'll repeat:
You missed this chance.

Reach for reasons
Branches too high
Sift with memories
He'll repeat. He'll repeat:
Your life is a lie.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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     Shivendra Om, life's jump, T, Anon and CapsLock
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