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Jun 2016
Winter spring, the worst months
Where will you go when the heat comes?
How will you be?
Is it your calling? Is it everyone's?
A necessity, written for the better
Carnivore incarnate, it was meant to be
Purple outlines, flat American landscapes
And mountains, gold, silver, old dogs and fruit trees
Are you waiting for me?
Joanne, Elizabeth, Kate
Congratulations baby!
Milk and ***
Indecisive, manipulative, naive
branch of the vine
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branch of the vine  22/F/England
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