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Mar 2016
Cry
Cry.
Cry, so I know you're here;
so I can wipe your tears,
and let you know
that everything,
the burning in my chest,
your tears,
the noise in your head,
everything
is okay.
Erin Halle
Written by
Erin Halle  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
292
   Mr Ribeiro
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