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Feb 2013
Plastic Sound 01/01/13

He left me a message
That I deleted anyways
She had always feared
That he would go astray

He never did anything
That’s what she liked about him
But he never did anything
That’s what the problem was

He always kept a distance
That she could only see from afar
He always had her on his mind
But only at the bottom of the jar.
Marissa Wargo
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