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Apr 2012
We used to have an old tea ***,
we drank from it,
a hell of a lot.

We once had a tree of dreams,
growing steadily,
bursting with leaves.

Where did that go?

What happened,
happened to us?
I'm not trying to make a big fuss.
Anamarie
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Anamarie
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   Daphne Ryan and martin
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