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May 2013
Our paths drift,
We fall out,
You don't follow me anymore;
Because you want to live here,
And I want to reside there.

You prefer that story,
Which inevitably contradicts mine.
As I melt into anger,
You shine from excreted ember's hue.

You embrace the aches as I push them away,
You ride as I resist;
That is our fatal destination.
Anastasia M
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Anastasia M  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
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