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Nov 2018
Recently, songbirds have been fleeing me,
and the rites of spring hasn't been comforting.
Now the end of September falls unto us, and it was your birthday
two days ago.
Though, you won't remember anything that happened in El Paso,
in March, in my stomach.
And the past, you say, still haunts you.
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acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
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     Muzaffer, december grunge and ethan gaskill
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