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May 2017
Rose-gold,
flared cheeks,
specks to tote.
He can find
quick fixes,
but they don't
mend all the mixes
in that lonesome soul.
Did he find it?
Does he have it
to hold?
Is it more than
his bare soul could
ever bold?
a notch in his belt is all you'll ever be
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet  24/the same as you
(24/the same as you)   
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   Elizabeth J
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