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Oct 2015
this last confession to you
is something I dread.

feelings I've kept
are haunting me like the dead.

these things I'll say to you
are the last nonsense you'll hear.

because I fear that I'll shatter
and everyone would cheer.
dan
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dan  mnl
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   Cecil Miller and Rapunzoll
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