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Sunday, June 24, 2012
Five Lines (Untitled)
She laughs like a secret that nobody knows.
I give her money and she spends it on me.
She lies often and gladly and without hesitation.
Her eight-limbed bed creaks with animal music.
She cries like a secret that everyone knows.
I love your words.
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