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Jan 25
She gives him affection
In tiny jars
And her heart
In the smallest of fractions
Because if they only take the tiniest bit of you
It doesn't feel like your whole self is gone
When they walk out the door

Kirsten Claire
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Kirsten Claire  19/F/Utah
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