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Oct 2018
If we fell together tumbling
for every fist shattered.
Punching holes in ourselves
for every season changed.

We would miss all the breadth
of our own paths travelled.
Tearing apart at the new loves
we didn’t know we made.

When digging our holes
on a strangers grave.
To looking up from pain, and taking time to recognize your growth from it.
Laura
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Laura  26/F/Toronto
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