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Feb 2014
One, two, I'm falling apart.
Three, Four, catch me, I'm falling.
Five, six, I don't want to get back to the start.
Seven, eight, help me, I can't hear you calling.
Nine, ten, I'm empty, like a fallen bird with broken wings.
Juliet R
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Juliet R
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