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May 2013
I wear not my heart on my sleeve.
Its weight tears even the strongest of fabrics

I say not those words you saw dance across my face
they are to thick for air to hold
(and my tongue is often a traitor)

But if you really want me
you will find me
in the the silence and the moments
after eyes catch and before pretenses begin.
Devon
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   Timothy, ---, ---, victoria and Sal Gelles
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