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Nov 2014
It was an invisible, succulent, ruined, straining shiny treasure
That baited the lightening to drink the greener nest
Choking on unsaid reason, guts hang thrown anytime between
The swollen scare and the flawed complete, contained harm cluster.
So the socket's apples wanted the skull's promised forest
And fled the base dusty pastures.
Something Simple
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   Erenn and Josephine
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