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Dec 2015
I must be so hard to love
How do you find it within yourself
to forgive me for my raggedness?
I find myself growing out of you
the way roots do a ***'s constraint
But we cling to each other
like an addict's last hit.
We wonder which will take us first,
death or stagnancy?

-Taylor Ann Farrell
Taylor Ann Farrell
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Taylor Ann Farrell  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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