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Apr 26
She sat at the corner
with a wooden doll.
It was damped
clever and useful.
Then it spoke loud,
I could be anything you wanted
or else I can be the witch-
to your cold fleet.
Jiro Inagawa
Written by
Jiro Inagawa  21/M/Kepler-452b
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