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Sep 2015
I still wake up in cold sweat
I still dream about you holding both my small wrists in your one hand
I can still hear the tearing of my butterfly print underwear
As you ripped off the last bit of innocence I had.
steel tulips
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steel tulips  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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