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Dec 2014
i keep swallowing my words like they're the last meal i'll ever eat,
and i can't help but notice that i smell like soap and pheromones
that only you would find pleasent.
bitter and blunt.
sweet and sour;
when was the last time you thought about me?
Mara Siegel
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Mara Siegel  Atlanta.
(Atlanta.)   
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   David Ehrgott
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