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The Lady of Green Origin
Monday, November 12, 2012
can't be your chapped-lips-chap-stick,
be your late night calls or
your first morning breath, can't
be your warm fingers and can't
be your blooming bruises around
the neck.
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Furree Katt
November 18, 2012 at 9:09 AM
I miss you, my favourite poet!
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Furree Katt
November 26, 2012 at 2:03 AM
... And I still miss you!
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