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Jul 2017
This wrestling morning,
despondent in it's heavy like hearts communion.
The heart weeps,
the heart poetry's.
The heart never had a choice in the matter.
There is something perplexing; perhaps the grays make it harder for me to rise.
Knowing that I can't share this storm and black coffee that I always loved to hate with you.
Summer Edmonds
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Summer Edmonds  30/F/Kentucky
(30/F/Kentucky)   
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       ---, Megan, Semihten5, -A-, Jamadhi Verse and 1 other
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