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Mar 2012
Your words make my skin
feel like molten gold

                        shifting sheets
                        spilled wine
                        broken bottles
                        shared secrets
                        renewed dreams
                        discovered hope

            and it’s only Thursday night

I know these late nights
            are killing you
            but you never let on



                                    At least they won’t last forever
Christopher Bales
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   JL and Jae Elle
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