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Apr 2013
i tear at my hair as if
thoughts of you

are connected to the roots and god
******, i want you out

i wanted you to
get the **** out

but you wanted your way
and you were going
to have it if that meant

ripped clothes and
tattered innocence
catherine
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catherine
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   Ayaba Babe and vircapio gale
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