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Mar 2019
Sometimes
I wish to keep you
Like a bug
In a jar
With holes in the lid
And a thin layer of soil
And sticks and leaves
For you to climb on
But then I remember
How all
My childhood bugs
Died within hours
And I change my mind
Written by
Cydney Something  32/F/Portland, OR
(32/F/Portland, OR)   
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