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Sep 2017
U r
she said
being with you is
like standing on ice
surrounded by walls of fire

can't talk
tongue is paralyzed
couldn't close her eyes either
beauty so pretty

likes the heart
on her cheek

waiting for another
encounter
only to be standing in fire
with ice walls
eileen
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eileen
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     jude rigor
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