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Jul 2015
I find myself constantly sleep walking to visit the grave of my innocence. It's just us there but you make it seem so crowded. You take my breath away in the worst way possible. Leave marks like open wounds. You've turned every path I travel into a mine field.
Ansley Popov
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Ansley Popov  Florida
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