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you say you re not safe no w
here we v gone a way
breath less and death less
smoked fingers spark ing
kindle ing from fires
in side, you said “here at home, together like my braid.” twist ed
on top, of our own. world
be fore, the cold. snap
Dear Diary, today is the greatest day. I have ever known.
wat er running, from the roof. a small dent, in the dirt