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Feb 2017
I was born
On the land where i live
Quiet never heard
8 years past and letters had yet to speak
Always was i at least slightly fragmented
But who is to say
Can the fragmented speak of broken things?
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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