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May 2016
Last night you asked
What I was doing.
I didn't lie,
But I didn't tell the
whole truth.
You aked what I was doing. I said I was drawing butterflies. It was more like carving them into my leg
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
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       Pastell dichter and ---
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