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Apr 2015
Sometimes
words come out of me and
I've been looking for somewhere to put them.

This is my
first try
and across the street there's a man
hanging out through his window
and I'm not sure what I'm doing
but I know that
(I don't want to be your
first try,
just your last success.)
when the sun comes up
I'll have a new chance.
e ot
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   Brianne and Cecil Miller
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