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Oct 2015
Vulnerable and lost,
I seemed to be blind,
with his spirit aloft,
keeping me in bind.
At his words I laughed,
like his mate I was,
those scars that he carved,
with hearts that he toss.
A friend was all I asked,
and will be all I get,
with a smile I'll be masked,
and feelings that I'll forget.
Okay, this is pathetic.
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   J, Jane and josin137
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