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Jul 2015
I tried to stay gold, I tried.
Now I'm left with brass where the gold used to be.
I've stayed up drinking, and swallowing swarms of bees
to **** all of the butterflies he's still sending me.
Hannah Jo
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Hannah Jo  24/F/Oklahoma
(24/F/Oklahoma)   
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