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May 2013
bashed my own heart
into so many pieces
i know i'll never find them all
there will always be holes
our histories will haunt me
like a scar i want to keep
wrap myself in ice
brace for elevation drops
i can't drive far enough away
i don't want to stay if you go
invite the telephone to never
ring with your voice again
Gillian
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Gillian  42/F/Somewhere like Vermont…
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