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Sep 2010
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.
Written by
Beatrice
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   Taylor St Onge
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