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Jun 2015
Tell me what I did wrong,

Was it the way I laugh at the wrong times?
Or maybe the way I just see smiling faces?

I don’t know.

I’m moving cinderblocks,
and you’re moving dandelions.

Why don’t you love me?

Grey consumes my life-
I thought you would be a definite,

I was wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.
Feedback, reactions, general comments always welcome!
Ella Catherine
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Ella Catherine  USA
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