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Apr 2017
There are roses on her ceiling,
But you're climbing through the stars.
She can feel your every footstep
Along the pathway to get back into her arms.

They keep tugging on her eyelids,
And trailing down along her cheeks.
You tried to keep the whole thing quiet,
But it's already been six whole weeks.
Emma Livry
Written by
Emma Livry  19/F/France
(19/F/France)   
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     Lori Jones McCaffery, Kim, --- and Lot
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