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Feb 2015
i run back to him in the face of my flaws
like a child seeking words of comfort
desiring strong arms that spell "security"--

does that make me a coward?
He always comforts me, puts up with me.
darling iridescence
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darling iridescence  delaware
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     Γ€Ε§ΓΉl, Pamela Rae, ---, ---, --- and 2 others
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