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Jordan Harris Jun 2014
She sings the blues,
yet her tone is golden,
and sounds as sweet and hard
as newly ripened strawberries.
Jordan Harris Jun 2014
To put it quite simply; it hurts.
Jordan Harris Jun 2014
Such an insignificant significance that moment was;
the last brush of our fingertips.
Jordan Harris Jun 2014
She is tired and torn,
battered and broken,
and longs
for nothing
and no one.
Jordan Harris Jun 2014
He was the doctor that would destroy anything to claim he had healed it.
Jordan Harris Jun 2014
As survivors,
they are hated
by everybody
and hate
in return.
Jordan Harris Jun 2014
He is an
erroneous man
with a soul splotched
in every color
whose death
displays
his ultimate
moral
perfection.
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