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 Mar 2015 depraVed
Joanna
Gone
 Mar 2015 depraVed
Joanna
He felt nothing, I felt everything,
You were always my sweetest nightmare.
You destroyed me and I apoligized,
You are someone else's poetry now.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved

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