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Jul 2016
the brick lining
of my fist-sized heart

is all crumbling
on the outside.

but the foundation
is sound.

my "I love you"s
are solid--

genuine--

and my "I miss you"s
are sad.

my roof is
shingle-less

and my windows are
shattered,

but I feel every bit
of us

with my soul.
02/07/2015
allissa robbins
Written by
allissa robbins  22/Gender Fluid/phx
(22/Gender Fluid/phx)   
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