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Mar 2016
In his arms tonight,
The feelings are a smear of washed out watercolors,
Trickled along torn paper.
A beautiful mess.
I guess you could say-- our relationship is a lot like modern art,
Two people trying to find meaning where there is none.
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Words and Weapons  New Jersey
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