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Feb 2014
Want to give me tap shoes so I can try to shuffle
alongside you in your infinite show number?
Or maybe a cigarette, so I can spray on the ground
the ashes of my self because you forgot to tell me
you can't just hover by birthday candles
to make a wish come true.
Molly
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Molly
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