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Mar 2012
*******
i miss you.

*******
I wake
up
and
it's the terror
of a famished
heart.

Could I cry
a thousand
times?

Could I have more
eyelashes?

Could I learn to play the banjo
and finally
make a sound
like
raindrops?
Waverly
Written by
Waverly
505
   Samuel and Little Wing
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