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[mumbling about life experiences and dreams and aspirations]
Let it go, let it start
Let you under my skin
Let you in,
I'll let you in
Under the stars.
I'll let you in.
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end december days
02:31
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theres a dead bee buried in the backyard
and
small flies the size of eyes
everything is gone
legs curled inward like the fingers of a dead child
theres a bee buried in the back yard
i can feel its soul buzzing inside me
i try not to gag
as i cry
its buried inside !!
me
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