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Jul 2015
the problem with skeletons
is that you can never be completely sure
who they once were
with simply a glance
but I've got this feeling
that if I held all their hands
every skeleton in my closet
would resemble one man
and I've got this feeling
this unshakeable thought
that it's not who he was,
its who he was not.
Syd
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Syd  23/F/Virginia
(23/F/Virginia)   
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   Katie Jacobs, --- and april
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