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Nov 2015
My days and nights are often cursed
with routinely thoughts of you

Coming and leaving as you please.

My heart is in shambles.
tearing up my emotions.
wrecking the place.

I must have misplaced the keys

to the door locked inside my heart,
that you obviously can't see.
sheloveswords
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