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Jan 2015
I know I'll have to be one-
so I push a little harder.
The door swings open,
and there you are,
naked and crying,
with a blanket over your head.
I keep teetering about
on the threshold,
step in, step out.
I shut the door,
and walk around.
I might be the one-
but I'm not ready for your sound.
svdgrl
Written by
svdgrl  NY
(NY)   
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   ---, Jamie King and Vanessa Gatley
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