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Dec 2012
My prison could not be more pleasant
My jail could be more sweet
If so explain to me this pile
Of letters that sits at my feet
My tears pattern the paper
And the fire won't give me its heat
Robyn
Written by
Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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