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Jan 2020
Im putting him in a box where i cannot like him
Where he has no hands
to titter tatter, pieces, scatterβ€”

Im putting him in a box where he cannot falter

Never, never again.
littlebrush
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littlebrush
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     Fawn and Weeping willow
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