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May 2014
I saw my butterflies leaving,
I was a wilting flower they no longer could pollinate,
and they couldn't stop me from telling my insides that I was,
every word that described awful, horrendous, and me because we
were synonyms, and I needed to feel something
except numb.

r.c.
Quiet
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Quiet  Behind You
(Behind You)   
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   Alexis A, --- and BZQ
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