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Apr 2013
Not many people noticed the box
she carries in front of her.

Undefined, yet heavy.
Bottomless,  not deep.

Only he
ever saw inside -
on that last day
she ever cried.

Knowing,
made him turn away;
He left her
standing
alone on the street.

Waiting
for the next bus,
she never felt it
start to
               l
                    e
                        a
               ­             k
                              .
*listening to HINDER: Homecoming Queen...*
give it a listen :)
hihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6_9RR1dvPU
Ruby Watson
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Ruby Watson  hiding in a rabbit hole
(hiding in a rabbit hole)   
601
   ---, Nick Durbin and Michael
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