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Jan 2015
When you told me that you didn't make promises I didn't think anything of it.
It was only when my mouth was filled with gravel and blood, when I tried to lean on you, that I realized that this was what you meant.
Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni
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Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni  Green Brook
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