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May 2016
Pour into me and I'll be your flask.
Take a swig when you need it.
Fall onto me and I'll be your cushion.
Leave when youre ready to.
Curse at me and I'll be your fondest memory.
Look back at me when you need to.

I'm many things. But I'm not your doll.
And I'll speak when I want to.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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