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Jan 2015
Her body was a shell drawn up from the sea.
If you put your ear to her heart
You'd hear a thousand pieces rattle,
A broken orchestra that longed to be free.
Sometimes we can feel broken. The thing is too often I break myself.
OliviaAutumn
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