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Jan 2020
Hello, 6 a.m.
Today you look the the six year old
who wrote stories.

She knocks on my door sometimes,

and I live in fear of her,
because she cries and it makes sense--

and I just can't think about it.
I can't think about it.
littlebrush
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littlebrush
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     RenΓ©e, Klaus and V
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