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wrote this a while ago, but it is October... so, 'tis the season?
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Let them call you albatross when they leave.I let him call me albatross.I’m sure he never knew the bird itself only bode good luck.So if my crim..
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There’s a shipin the mistof my heartthat made itsafe to harbor.When he holds mehe can smellthe salt in my hair;feel the dampin my bones.I let hi..
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