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Apr 2015
And as your presence wanes
my words become fewer,
my feelings; less vocal.
The day grows irrelevant,
And I can no longer produce
thoughts of any significance.
As if knowing you was blood in my veins,
And I am slowly
                             running out.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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   Brian Payamps
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