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Jul 2014
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Idle, idle, idle
All time is free time.
Empty, empty, empty
I spilled my life by accident.
Vacant, vacant, vacant
My stare is full of wasps.
Zero, zero, zero
Heartbeat echoes, open chambers
Closed.
Molly
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Molly  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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