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Apr 2016
Such a moody colored mess
Lying between the sheets.
"Not today"
Let me sleep.

A swollen throat,
From all the things she never said.
"Not today"
Let me lay here in my bed.

And the clouds pressed onward,
And her cares hung above her head.
Such a wild mind she wrestles,
In this beaten bed.

"Not today"
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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     naΗ§Γ­ and Vanessa Gatley
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