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Jan 2013
Guilt
She'll lick at her tea
Until all the **** flies go away.
Until everything her bones have collided with
Have echoed between, at the least,
One
Pair
Of ears.
SamBee
Written by
SamBee  Amherst, MA
(Amherst, MA)   
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