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Feb 2013
I was the child with the coral painted brown on my head.
I was his fawn. I was his lost death.
I feel this buzzing in my bones.
I think I'm dumb.
I was just as bored as him.
I was his polly. I was his kin.
I think I'm dumb.
This one is for you. I'm so sorry it's not a good one either.
Rest in my peace.
flynt
Written by
flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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