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Mar 2011
I'm speaking for you, and not me,
When you're blue, and he doesn't see,
you're down on the ground in puddles of tears.

You're submerged in fears, come here,
I'll make it clear, oh my dear,
He'll remember your smile when you're goneΒ Β 

Don't be a pawn, not in this game,
The pawn at dawn isn't the same
Put on the crown and relight your flame.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
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