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Dec 2012
Tumbleweed
I am your Mother, the root of your existence Tumbleweed.  Will the stranger use you as kindling until you're completely consumed? I beg my father for mercy to be poured upon you.
Written by
Elvira pendergraft  Bridgeport
(Bridgeport)   
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