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Dec 2016
Sometimes you do not know the pain you are trying to bury
You do not remember it's name
But you know it is there
So you lick up your shovel and just keep burying
Hoping that maybe it will be too far buried to crawl back out
But I don't think it was ever in the hole to begin with
It snuck out when your back was turned
Heliza Rose
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Heliza Rose  The Seven Seas
(The Seven Seas)   
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   Doug Potter
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