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Feb 2018
drafting XVII
I wish I could stand up for something
I believe in nothing

she writes
out flowers
throws and picks out
the petals
everyone loves her

not me
I let them die
in between pages
no one really cares
eileen
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eileen
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       Jasmin jazz, kevin hamilton and eileen
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