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Apr 2012
Dear Humans,
i love thee so.
every time I see you there.
Why should I hold your hand?
leave you in the burning cold.
Wind-swept plateaus and laissez-faire.
Every day making a final stand.

Why do you tease with all you do?
Why can't you please and je ne sais vous?

Ne-pas, ne-pas, *ne-pas
Jennifer Phox
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Jennifer Phox
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