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Jan 2018
Tonight
we ran for hours
about cheap wine
and how
all my lovers
had made me feel
like a pin
dropping
in a room full of drums,
They pound and scream and wallop,
I am so infrequently heard.
You,
sometimes,
look at me like you've just heard my laugh
in a crowded room.
When in love,
some people turn deaf
and when you love someone
you hear yourself in them.

But
I think you see me,
I think you do.
-You are the last person in this world I want to hurt.
-M.C.
MollyValentine
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MollyValentine  18/F/Liverpool
(18/F/Liverpool)   
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