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Feb 2015
I wanna tell you about all the things
that bury beneath my skin
but it’s like they forgot your language
and I cannot order them
and I’m so sorry I remain silent
as the storm destroys my love for you.
Sunday, September 21st 2014
Cheralyn Carolina
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Cheralyn Carolina
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