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Nov 2012
Losing you was never the plan.
But neither was the whimpering
night that spilt from your mouth
into the cavity of my wistful ear.
Lies of omission, I love you without the but
But it was there, cold beneath the velvet, lying in wait till the second I fell the hardest.
*No more flying carpets, darling.
You're going to hit the ground.
Allena Faith Simone Staples
Written by
Allena Faith Simone Staples  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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   vircapio gale
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