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Aug 2012
Pulled apart your stomach
As to find the love you ate.
I know you ate it...
I saw you in that dark room
Hunched over a
Little Bird.  
It didn't deserve what you did to it.
It's not okay.  

*Everything's okay.
Nothing really matters
But what you create in your head.
Auroleus
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