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Dec 2016
If you ask me where I live,
I'd say "under your nail bed"
where its yellow,
blue and red

Horever, I live in dread
for I can grow out of you
and not one tear would be shed
Ellie Geneve
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Ellie Geneve
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   Keith Wilson
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