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May 2013
There is a sinking feeling in the pit of my soul when your name pops up to the surface
There is something so fluent about the way it
rolls off my tongue.
I have desperately tried to decode a foreign language,
but it seems I am stuck in this mediocre world
and you are flying high.
emma joy
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emma joy  CT
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