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Aug 2015
Haven't felt it in a while
That tearing inside and out
The feeling of an impaled heart
The breath coming to a halt
As your name and message
Flashed across the screen
I like you. I don't know what to feel about it. Are you a distraction or a motivation?
My High School Poetry
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My High School Poetry  Spain
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   ryn and Rapunzoll
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