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Apr 2013
Maybe I'm
gone.
Definitely
I'm weak.
You
Tell me things I don't want to hear.
So I
Cease your speak.

Your voice
Like velvet
Smooth
Like your skin.

You always find the parts of me,
Somehow you always win.
R
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