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Apr 2016
Who's the hollowed apple in the road?
Who's dug your insides out, left you owed
Love and time -
Maybe we can fill you up with sauce and sweet things
Reclaimed wooden wings
You won't fly, but they'll fit nice

And we're here to watch you try
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