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Delta Swingline Mar 2017
Me

From where we are
Or where we're going
We could be anything
Anything at all

Her*

Not shaking*

It's just my brilliance
Trying to get out
During one late night poetry show, I got carried away with a blue pen. I wrote on my arm, and then hers.

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