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Nov 2013
Myrtle melted into the mattress
moments ago
from time to time
you can hear her murmur and moan
for she mourns the minutes that were mountains ago.
Her melancholy melted her
and she will never let go
Nebraska Sinclair
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Nebraska Sinclair  26/F
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