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Nov 2011
I can't get enough of you.
You're careful not to lob my heart.
Though you don't feel for me.
It hurts honestly.
I'm being eaten from the inside.
Flay my skin.
I do it out of rancor for myself.
But then you smile.
Adorn.
I've fallen.
Joanna
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