She was just the oldest thing.
Curious tresses, ivy vined hair.
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There are some places so dark, you don't want to be there. Grief I hover around the edges of your bowl But I won't put my feet into...
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you were the sea glass I was the sand between your toes the dunes were our neighbors the waves crashed and rose Charleston was reticent Gal... -
There are some places so dark, you don't want to be there. Grief I hover around the edges of your bowl But I won't put my feet into...
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