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May 2013
I want to run.

But not quite tomorrow,

I'd like to stay

In my pajamas,

Just a little while longer.


You've broken me open,

You've seen what's inside.

How does it fit,

What's within your head.

What you've left behind,

Filled with candy instead.


Broken that too I presume.
Relenymous
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Relenymous  Florida
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