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Nov 2012
You had to sleep on the couch and I slept on the floor next to you
because I kept falling off.
And I knew you were tired.
And I knew.

I had 5 cigarettes this morning.
I saw you off and sent you one for the road.
And I knew you were happy.
I knew.

Do you want anything?
How do you feel?
I want to know.
Tell Me.

I'll never make it up to you.
You know what I did.

I know what I did.

Remember that time you cried?
I know.
JPD
Lula Marie Kamel
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Lula Marie Kamel
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   Reagan and Owen Phillips
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