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Feb 2015
As I **** the sweet
Vapors into my lungs
I contemplate his
Words to me
I want you to be lost
He said to my question
What do you want
I want you to go
And be lost
And never come back
And also, I hate you
I don't love you anymore
So much pain and hurt
For a boy of only four
Tessa Craft
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Tessa Craft  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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