October
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The smell of addiction.A Poem by October |
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I'm the Color Red.A Poem by October |
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You woke up.A Poem by October |
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wrist violin.A Poem by October |
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I\'m sorry.A Poem by October |
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\"This Is Just To Say\"A Poem by OctoberI just did this because I'm a dumbass. I love Williams, I promise. Feel free to shoot me, if you so choose. |
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Who are you to call me broken?A Poem by October |
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Heaven and Hell.A Poem by October |
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Hello, dear.A Poem by OctoberI wish I could let her read it. |
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