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Jan 2013
deep exchanges of conversation
clear evidence of our sins

to go back now

to fix the wrong

an impossible possibility


irreversible devastation,
together that was our only creation

was our love merely and illusion
a fabrication of something that did not really exist?

it cannot be

yet so vividly i see

the reminders fading to a shade of purple on my wrists

aching in my heart

darkness in your soul

a downward spiral

Not everyone’s happy place is happy
Taylor Jayne
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Taylor Jayne
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   Savannah Varney and Jerry
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