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Meditations of Jesse Quebbeman-Turley
Saturday, November 6, 2010
you sang 'till your throat broke and kissed 'till toothless
whenever you remembered to breathe
you remembered you had forgotten to,
and had died from it
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Kalynn Eve
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I used to write poems...yours are better.
November 7, 2010 7:12 PM
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I used to write poems...yours are better.
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