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Sep 2014
Once we were laying in a field
in the early hours of the morning
with dummies in our beds
without screens in our windows
I think he was crying or maybe I was
I asked him what sadness felt like
he whispered

"hollow, hollow, hollow."
mllcrff
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mllcrff  san fransisco
(san fransisco)   
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