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Jun 2011
Crawl into the soft
dark arms of lo__.
She’ll still your heart with nostalgia,
and silence your thoughts
with her mournful wail
that roars like an avalanche.
You deserve to be here, holding her hand.
Her presence is a bottomless comfort
but it scares you to death.
Focus on her amber eyes
to remember who you are.
Written by
Apple
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