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Feb 2016
She was a rose
Beautiful
Delicate but not without thorns
I am a feather
As an ornament
Falling ever so slowly from the heavens

And our love was porcelain
And the world a wrecking ball
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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