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Mar 2015
Blue spit laced with the sour taste of pining
for someone other than the one you love.
The tea bag immersed in blood red water
thats the same color as the hands that were
supposed to catch.
Everyones eyes that are looking and not understanding
Yeah ******* too.
Emma Amme
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Emma Amme
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