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Oct 2012
My mind is troubled by it's own emptiness
Where did all this space come from
this dead space
this cavity?
Did you leave it there when you left?
I ought to find you and return it
for i sure as hell don't want it
and i don't want to hold on to it for you
i don't want anything to do with you.
Marigold
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Marigold
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   ---, Gracey Jane, Ayaba Babe, --- and ---
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