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Jun 2013
Cigarettes do not burn this fast.
I kneaded the thought into my skull, but it still refused to enter my brain.
One day, (possibly) me and him will love
and love how lovers do.
But this will remain unknown.
He will live a life
of four-leaved clovers
and rabbit feet.
While I,
will end mine,
now.
Written by
Katelyn May
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