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Apr 2013
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Give Brooke black book.
Took a pill, I shook.
Help me, she will drown.
Then, she cannot climb down.
Her wings, tied behind her back.
Her mind, it will attack.
R a z o r   blades, they have sharp   t  o  n     g  u   e       s.
The black water, it invades her lungs.
Katherine Brousseau
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