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Feb 2013
I can hear every word
you think.
It carves into my brain like a trail
of ink.
You're not so far away, but it's hard
to speak.
Who knew that these anchors would guide us
to sink.

You turned around when I fell from
the brink.
Alexis
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Alexis  30/F/Michigan
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   Clinton Stremme
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