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Mar 2016
The underneath of my eyelids
show your jet black hair and
your band t-shirts.
My brain produces your voice
like a fire alarm, but I can't get out.
You called me your little dear,
but I was a fool to think
you picked this animal
in an exotic jungle.
Callie Greene
Written by
Callie Greene  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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