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Feb 2016
Us
guilt is sipping
through my skin;
like a poison
to my heart, o sin.
dreams have shown
those that cannot be,
'*** between us is a world
they cannot see.
Written by
joselle anne  in the middle of the road
(in the middle of the road)   
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