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Oct 2015
His name is Harm
but he causes the opposite.

He causes me butterflies,
and joyous laughs.

He tells me i'm pretty,
and that I'm good enough.

His name is Harm
and he's my only friend.
Elizabeth Pryor
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Elizabeth Pryor
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