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Oct 2015
I never wanted to be writer,
but you no longer craved
my deepest affections,
so I melted them down
into black ink and pressed
them against an inviting
skin of paper.
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Lakin
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Lakin  25/where flowers grow
(25/where flowers grow)   
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