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Mar 2015
You told me I could pour my all out to you,
I trusted you,
Even when I saw you, yourself—are punctured.
How can I pour all my secrets into a damaged jar?
Poetic Artiste
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Poetic Artiste  32/F/Boston
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   Rhianecdote, --- and SPT
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