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Aug 2014
The Weaver
You were once the piece of skin
that got stuck in between the threads of my words

So don't ask me why my poems about you
are downright slurred
dye
Written by
dye  in my psychological hell
(in my psychological hell)   
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   Margaret Austin Go, Goingawayayayay and Winter Silk
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