Sabotage

20151030_051237she speaks be still
why are there two times a day a tear must fall early morn or late at night once upon a time morn nor night never counted now in years of old she falls back happiness was in the middle where the soft center
is & pleasing to eat images are the buttons in the jar she remembers how she took them out to play and sort
tears are the memories when life was a field of lilies and she could run all day

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