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Jul 2015
Sticks and stones
are what my soul
will run to when you're done

your words do drill
a deep cold chill
until I'm brittle to breaking


Roses are frosted
all flowers in bloom
close up with cold tears
they run from you too
Sydney Ann
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Sydney Ann  In between worlds
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