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Send me

You'll send me someone.

I know, so young so soon.

 

Books make fine company,

Other distractions and such,

Until rain comes.

 

wash it away, away

run away, away

stuck in place, still concrete,

nailed to the floor

 

What a pretty statue.

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Sep 2, 2010
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