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Aug 2013
it hurts to breathe, to think, to be
stop this carousel, i can't play
it's hard to fly with tearful eyes
and i don't feel anything today

diamonds dahlias daggers and dust
i wonder i do, is anything real
this crazy calliope carrousel ride
sometimes makes it hard to feel
wounded
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