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Dec 2015
Everywhere I go-
I'm just looking for a version of you
that won't rip my heart into shreds,
and try to kiss it back together.
I can't seem to find him.
I guess it's innately you,
to be rough hands
gloved in sweet milk.
And I've become lactose intolerant,
and so very alone.
svdgrl
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svdgrl  NY
(NY)   
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