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Feb 2016
He thought that her smile was a fence;
He’s excited to discover the other side of that fence.
And so, He tried to climb it--
Now, His legs ache,
His hands drip red,
And he got exhausted from the cuts of the attempt;
He just hurt himself. And then, he realized, It’s not meant for him.
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   Natasha Ivory
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