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Dec 2017
He smiles at me,
eyes full of love and care.
"It will be worth it,
I promise."

This record is stuck,
the needle struggling to go forward.
But it can't, it keeps jumping
and repeating itself over and over.


He looks at me,
cold breath hanging in the air.
"Just put your bag down,
come here."
Ash Rose
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Ash Rose  20/F/nashville
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