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Mar 2013
I'm jangling along,
in time with charms falling across my arms.
silver fade with cheap,Β Β black dyed suede.

I'm a simple kind of fix.

running into woven traps and loose ends,
hiding from our emotions,
hiding from our daily lives.

I started drawing exit signs.
2/12/13
Leah
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