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Nov 2013
This bed isn't the same anymore

There is always something missing at 6 am

The sun isn't going to rise if the little girl cries

The moon won't shine if the little boy dies

The clouds won't collide

The tide is low

And my heart is slow
couldn't think of a ending
Olivia Rose
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Olivia Rose  under a rock
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