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Sep 2015
I looked at the broken porcelain doll beneath my feet
as my sister started to sob
and questioned why I had to throw it away
and all I could think about was you
and say
"some things aren't meant to be fixed
or last forever."
ross
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ross  Long Island
(Long Island)   
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