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Oct 2014
distance is;
the marks my fingernails leave on my scalp,
the extra hair on my brush that I keep tearing out,
the faint smell of him on his T-shirt covered in my tears,
distance is far worse than any of my fears
Jewel M C
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Jewel M C  26/F/Detroit
(26/F/Detroit)   
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   Mysidian Bard and Rose
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