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Sep 2015
When you fall in love,
they never tell you how it's going to end

but instead,

they tell you about the endlessness
of the possibility living with azaleas.

*******,

I only find clamor in a sea of open water.
"We can be friends when you get over me"
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G  Chicago, Illinois
(Chicago, Illinois)   
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