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Jan 2015
you've never looked
at me like
poetry
to you, these broken
pieces are always
so whole
and maybe these shaking
hands really
are all you've ever
wanted to hold

just lend me your
looking-glass and
I'll be alright
the harvest moon is wicked
Sarah
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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