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Feb 2015
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simple child be YE unafraid

there is no real death nor the escape of love

There is only the pure sense of yourself

Purely sensing others

( it's all ******* you know

This world )

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She put her clothes back on and picked up
Her broken brain and walked out the door

( there is no such thing as a broken heart )

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SHE

Had a glimpse of reality

And walked as a free person

For awhile

If SHE continues

Is up to her
Written by
jeffrey robin
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