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Jan 2013
Hanging,
Waiting,
Slightly swinging.
You wait for someone,
anyone.
To use you.
You've never know anything else.

So you sit,
waiting,
for someone to use you.
Ash
Written by
Ash  portland
(portland)   
496
   DieingEmbers
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