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Sep 2011
Gold and silver sands in some office of
note
how many wheels of toil
and care. For my rose head and the heart fight
about the ships; granted that are important to us.
And then for a miracle.
Something isn't leaving this ghost heart
since you have the choice to make it to the end.
How would you like and there's nothing
left to be given a life that I always.
Coco
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Coco
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