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Nov 2012
Last night I showed you my hiding place,
my mountain top, my Shangri La.

Then you told all your friends about it.
Now they gather there, drunk impostors.
They think it's their own personal Mecca.

A *** scented girl turns to me;
'Wow it's so beautiful up here'

'It was' I mumble under my breath.
Miss Rea
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