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Jan 2013
you smile
and it is then that i realize that you will be what kills me

not cancer
or car wreck
or nuclear winter

you
green eyes and patchwork smiles, knobby wrists and good intentions
you will **** me.

i spend the next three months writing my eulogy.
1/28/13
Keely Anne
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Keely Anne
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