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May 2013
oh i don't know so much as i don't know.
you can never tell... even if you say so.
but
you can always repeal.
silently though.
i have no idea.
we both get
no vote.

we're just moving the furniture
i call you Mildred -  
the walls plastered with snow and garters
we shuffle through
remains...

through
The Aperture
of Unseemly
Disquiet.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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