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Goodbye Gnarled and sickly She strokes my hands This shell, this cornhusk It's going to be okay, she says Are you sure? I ask, scared This shell, this hospital Will be the death of me
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Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
Lilys of the Sky
Goodbye Gnarled and sickly She strokes my hands This shell, this cornhusk It's going to be okay, she says Are you sure? I ask, scared This shell, this hospital Will be the death of me
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Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
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