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Mar 2010
I’m Eighteen now.
Never been more afraid of the ups, the ends, or the downs,
But they still come.
This is birth’s end and death’s start.
This is forever banging her fist against my heart.
And here’s me wishing for her to stop.
For her to slow down,
to cherish each moment.
Don’t believe Forever is now.
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Erik Ervin
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Erik Ervin  Washington, D.C.
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