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Nov 2017
you're gone to buy more milk
whistling some sweet song
I hug you tightly
lung holding
every morning
I yearn to spill out
my secrets
your such a rose head
cutting me down
it's bothering
never knows
eileen
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eileen
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     Jasmin jazz, eileen and Ashly Kocher
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