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Ashley Nicole Feb 2015
A wounded animal
Runs off and hides
To lick its wounds

No matter how much you call for them
They want to die alone
All I want to do is help him.
Ashley Nicole Feb 2015
Someone filled my chest
With cement
Ashley Nicole Feb 2015
He palmed me a bismuth,

*You remind me of this crystal.
You're not flashy but you're beautiful.
Underlying beauty
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