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May 2013
Goodnight moon, I am done.
Finished with forgotten moments.
Like eels my worries swim inside me,
make me ***** make me ill.
Bitter at the rain and wind and sun,
My lungs ache for a kiss not black.
I will freeze for the moment of a cure,
*Quand je changer les saisons si elle le veut.
glaze
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   maybella snow
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