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Feb 2018
music is my only caress
they say im too young to desire so strong
i say they're too old to remember
how the passion burns inside you
and then the anger
when you realize how impossible it is
im too small and too tangled in expectations
to be held by a stanger
harmony crescent
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harmony crescent  between the lines
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     Ava and Rockwood
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