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Mar 2015
Let me have this
And I can face tomorrow
Forget I'm here
And I'll cuddle your honesty.

Tell me no one cares
And there's no point in wanting
Tell me holes picked in all things
Grow.

For now
I'll curl up alone
Because at least I'm not
Without in the face of nothing.
Sombro
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Sombro
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