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corn tops can dance; mold into
lakes, here. and the ponds,
never taught to cry here
sit helpless and abandoned. sipped from;
waiting to dry\ up, no. i do not wish to be
w[here] dreams and sweat are more familiar. another way (for me) to cry\ hear, no.
lakes, here. and the ponds,
never taught to cry here
sit helpless and abandoned. sipped from;
waiting to dry\ up, no. i do not wish to be
w[here] dreams and sweat are more familiar. another way (for me) to cry\ hear, no.
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