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Dec 2011
I would write never-ending verses
Your name between the lines
You would ask me who that was
The “you” I would put on a shrine

You still appear between my lines
And you still shine through me like you did before

Should I have given up and unmasked “you”?

Would you still be here?
My face in your hand, your face in mine.
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No Equity
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