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Feb 2015
my poems have become frail and meaningless much like the 'i love yous' you spat at me daily. much like the old love letters you kept in that box. much like a dollar bill after being machine washed too many times. much like the promises we'd never carry out on.


some things get worse over time.
Jewel Tiara
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