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Aug 2011
It’s a funny sort of thing
the way you breathe inside your head.
The sharp roads that pave your mind;
there are waterfalls that hide being your eyes
waiting to cry out loud.
Just hold your head a little longer
and wait a little farther
before it shatters your smile.
Written by
Lauren Cunningham
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