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Apr 2013
Soft emerald bed,
my head's in the sky.
Or is it the sky that's in my head?
Either way,these thoughts have long been beaten dead.
And no matter how hard I try,
I'll never find you outside my mind.
You should've apologized,
and I'm sorry.
andrea rose
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