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Apr 2016
There's something about a distinct sharpness in your ribs
That is accompanied by scarce breaths
That makes your head ache
So that your nails dig into your flesh
There's something about silent smiles
And unreachable thoughts
That can only come every once and a while
Because no one has make me laugh that hard
In a very long time
AllAtOnce
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AllAtOnce  19/F/United States
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