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Jan 2014
I never thought this could happen again.
I thought you were my safety.
But apparently places of refugees have their time meters, too.
The liquor transported to your eyes,
and the liquid gold dripped on the bathroom vanity
and
the fun came to an end
Olivia Greene
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