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Jul 2014
if my thoughts were little girls


there would be one in particular
who knocks on doors and she tells
me that somewhere somewhere out
there
(towards the north or south or
east) he is looking for you even
if he doesn't know it
Β Β and

if my thoughts were little girls

I have stopped opening my doors.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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