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Jun 2010
I don't remember sleeping but I remember you.
I never forgot breathing but I forgot where you were,
I boldly eased outside, obvious to watching eyes.
I made fur coats for pillows and cried.
June 2010- From hero, or some
Written by
James Worthley
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