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May 2013
There is a certain beauty in collapsing on the steps
When the thoughts run through you mind, but cannot be fathomed.

Happiness has yet to engulf the soul that yearns for relief, but is latent there.

A broken heart is swallowed whole with each beat.
Written by
Desiree  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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