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Nov 2016
My dog just knocked scalding hot tea out of my hand
And onto me
And my mother tried to put her hand over
Where I showed her it burned me
And closed her eyes and murmured a prayer
And I shrugged her off
And said thats not what I believe.

Forever the black sheep.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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