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Jan 2018
there was a crack in my soul
then you picked me up and mended me
putting gold in the cracks

and then you dropped me again

now there are many cracks  
and the dust of the fools gold you left behind-

crumbled
why does thinking about not having her anymore make me feel so broken
mint
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mint  18/F/cali
(18/F/cali)   
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