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Jun 2016
I will turn my very
                       bones into a shelter
                                  to protect your
                           heart
         from the storm
                                 inside your
                          mind.

                And as I slowly
                         turn to dust,
                know that I will
                           love you
                      with what little part
                            of me
                                           remains.
Written by
Robby Robinson  19/M/British Columbia
(19/M/British Columbia)   
849
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