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Apr 2015
Intrusive and rude, though
I'll always turn to you.

Even though you're
not even there;
I'll always pour,
yet never compare.

Shoot me through to pluto,
so that I may turn blue.

While I silently strangle,
and suffocate for you.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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