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Dec 2013
Diagnosed
Poetry is parking spaces
Everything is taken
Poetry is winter
My lips in hiberation
Poetry is empty
There's no tricks left to pull
Poetry is empty
But my mouth is full
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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