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Apr 2016
Low in the dirt
You find me mourning
The loss of my soul
Gone with no warning
Deep inside the grass
I weep
Wondering if anyone listens
To me as I speak
The voice of a rodent so small
I wonder if I'm even seen at all
I'm a tree with no leaves
A sky with no clouds
I'm alone in the dirt
Low in the groud
I've never felt this low in my entire life.
sierra
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sierra  25/tennessee
(25/tennessee)   
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   --- and Dave Raubenstine
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