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Jan 2015
There was a boy who I told no,
No meant yes,
And my cries did not matter.
I have crumbled,
           and stumbled,
               and the matter I once was has turned to dust,
                     dancing away on a cloud somewhere my soul would rather be.
Phoebe Hynes
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Phoebe Hynes
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   WickedHope
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