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Jan 2013
Ah, what a tangled web we weave

lives can't be written -

as ****** up as these.



Another page written,

one more floor swept.

As waters getting frozen,

where ice will be kept.



I can't sleep like a jezebel

but I've still got a need.

Lives can't be written -

as ****** up as these.
Estelle
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