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Sep 2013
Cryptic like the dark world’s all  
You’re ever going to know
Septic thoughts they
flow
she said she’d  never
send it,
never lend it
never let it
Go ,
Enigmatic static cling to a letter never sent
Slender fingers run along letters formed
But will fly away
To better days
She said shed never
Send it
Never lend it
Never let it
go
Tea
Written by
Tea  In my own head
(In my own head)   
714
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