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Mar 2015
I knew what I was doing, I always do
I moved my mind into believing that I was there
that we were paired, alone, that the world
forgot about us but it was okay, and I was so warm
so warm and so beautiful that I woke up and realized
that it was not- and for that, I cried, but not really
because I cry for fear and not loss now
I realized that the most tender and valuable thing I have
is my heart, and I've neglected it for so long
****** it dry and left it there- and only now
can I feel myself healing.
dreaming about camp
M
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M  The back of your mind
(The back of your mind)   
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   ---, Rj and R
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