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Sep 2016
I am trying to make a plum jam
because you said you hate it,
because it makes me happy,
but last few days
i keep finding your cigarrete stashes
in unusaul places.

my mind is filled with smoke
leave me and my plums alone
Bluebird
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Bluebird  in wonderland
(in wonderland)   
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