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Feb 2018
I imagine myself standing on the edge
of a skyscraper,
and we're holding hands
looking each other in the face.
The wind whips my hair
and the hard rain clears my senses.
We give each other a glance,
wondering if we'll let the voices win,
and then when we meet eyes,
we know that we need to jump together.
I love you.
Amanda
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Amanda  30/MA
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       KM Hanslik, Glassmuncher and The Black Beast
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