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Dec 2015
Clasp your hands over my eyes
because I'm tired of seeing how
****** up you're making me inside.

Hold me at a distance; don't you
******* dare tell me it'll be alright.
I know how this story ends.

Silence your words and avert
your gaze--your games and
puppy dog eyes won't work this time.

lmt
Lindsay Thomas
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Lindsay Thomas  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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