December 2011
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Dec 25th
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Dec 22nd
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225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love  still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights  before tigers that will not let me be. what you were  will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.  C.B.
Dec 18th
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Dec 9th
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