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Aug 2012
never worth more
than a night;
or two
somehow;
it was always worth the risk
losing her to this
point of non existence
every hardened kiss
and hushed voice
was worth the risk
of making the wrong choice
getting what he wanted
was always  worth more
than the  girl;
who carried her worn soul
in a tightly clenched fist
it was always worth the risk
even if she would never be fixed
steel tulips
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steel tulips  Vancouver
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