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Dec 2016
Ironically i wait for time,
to grab me and feed off of me,
taking my youth,innocence,smile,
my memories and people i love ,
so it can create new things out of me
like a playdough, it chushes and takes,
so it can make new things out off the same flesh.
Bluebird
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Bluebird  in wonderland
(in wonderland)   
607
     Timothy and ---
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