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Apr 2015
i gave up on writing
the first time i heard you speak

     even my own words mean nothing to me

no pen could procreate the sweetness slung by your tongue

what's left to be said
     hasn't even got a proper spelling
Catrina Sparrow
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Catrina Sparrow  wide wild wyoming.
(wide wild wyoming.)   
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