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Mar 2010
Jib
Long hair, mixed feelings
love strains, people stop
early spring, late awakening
trailing with fear, outsiders glance
giving up, walk so strait
histories curse, the curse that all jib
but find it following to meet you no more.
Written by
Alexa Sz
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   Alexa Sz
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