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Apr 2013
I’d **** the marrow straight from you

And pull myself through your roots

Id wish you luck along the way

yet all i feel is jealousy skipping through my ridges; repeating like a record.

Guess I’m not quite ready to feel the real sun you have felt.

My sunlight has all been artificial and dull with the lack words we exchanged while we sat and made small talk about all the places I haven’t been.
jasmine h
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