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Aug 2014
I am a cocktail of spite and melancholy
sip me slowly, my percentage is high
and my intoxication will sneak up on you
like children's ghost stories

i am sorry for nothing
except knowing you.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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