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Mar 2014
My heart is a brick and an ice cube,
you were a stick in the ground
my dog buried once and dug up
every beat is a crunch crunch sound
music has no place here
and I feel I am sinking again
into the bog's cold tea juices
into the depths of the ocean
I am a plane caught fire
drown it out.
Molly
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Molly  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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