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Sep 2016
a love turns old and the season is autumn
under silver buttons, laughing, lying to
me.
there is no one left to reach
take pictures when i turn into a deer
take a picture of
me
in my underwear and
flowers growing
everywhere
then, it began to rain.
sorry about the change of tense at the end don't know where that came from
mira
Written by
mira  ouachita, arkansas
(ouachita, arkansas)   
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