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Dec 2015
I beg you not to forget the

moment we entered the classroom
inspecting our surroundings with
shy apprehension and a slight
stare into our machinations.

Yesterday we crossed pinkies and
our friendship knew no boundaries,
until I once again killed you.
I can't write poetry anymore. I've lost that ability.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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