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Pea  Jun 2014
Trauma Tree
Pea Jun 2014
I am a red poult
Fell from a height

I don't know how to fly
I don't know how to survive

Eaten alive by group of ants
I don't know it's called dying

It's ended by a girl's pity
That pretty red shoe stomped me to death

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