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Mar 2016
She stood there in some sort of immutable beauty,
Veiled in her guise of despair.
She wept the tears of a fallen angel,
As I gave her a cold, blank stare.
"Over? How can you just say that to me?"
I looked for the right words, desperately clawing at air.
But I lied and just muttered I didn't care.
Cole Cummings
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Cole Cummings  25/M/Washington
(25/M/Washington)   
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   Lucinda Hikari
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