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Jun 2017
You're not worth my words
but I still hope you hear them
and I hope you feel them, too.
I still wear your sweater
with holes in the right sleeve;
I didn't think you'd leave
so soon.
Written by
Madison  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
       Pax, unnamed, Wyatt and Ryan Holden
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