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Thursday, October 28, 2010
Why Cream Of Tartar And Orange Juice
My mother writes lyrics
flowers and I keep
the chest to forget that the distance
puts us snaps.
my mother's letters are scattered throughout
my face and not want to mourn is that is crying
Letters,
what saved.
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