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Aug 2014
The brick lining
Of my fist-sized heart

Is all crumbling
On the outside.

But the foundation
Is sound.

My "I love you"s
Are solid--

Genuine--

And my "I miss you"s
Are sad.

My roof is
Shingle-less

And my windows are
Shattered,

But I feel every bit
Of us

With my soul.
allissa robbins
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allissa robbins  22/Gender Fluid/phx
(22/Gender Fluid/phx)   
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   ---, Joseph Schneider and Erenn
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