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Mar 2013
sit in the bathtub with me until our bodies turn into paper mache. conversing with warm smiles and tired eyes you make me laugh and you make me cry. you are the ocean and i'm good at drowning so if i seem distant i'm only afraid.
Breanna Hermann
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Breanna Hermann  Glendale, AZ
(Glendale, AZ)   
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