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Mar 2016
There's a little black hole at the end of my room.

Where a little black man sings sorrows to the moon.

Now a little black spot on my heart springs my doom.

But little won't stay little unless she comes home soon.
Long To Sail
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Long To Sail
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   --- and Bianca Reyes
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