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Jun 2013
My form of lullabies.
You used to call me,
******* wasted
So I could sing you to sleep.
You liked
The rough satin of my voice,
That hinted at
Sorrow
And ***.
Anna
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Anna
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   ---, --- and Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston
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