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Oct 2012
There are days now
I don't think about it.

There are moments,
in the dark I
clutch my chest to keep
my heart intact.

There are moments,
in the dark my smile
breaks all lines
of my face and I.




I remember what we whispered.
Lizz Parkinson
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Lizz Parkinson
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   Leah, Charlie B and Mallory Kolb
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