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Aug 2013
your status symbol
a thimble
Over whatever remains
Leave my corpse, my aches, my pains
On his threshold
He won't see it until there's mold
A gray of some shade
Identify me by the scars I've made
Dental records show
This girl should have been happy long ago
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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