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Jun 2013
Isn't it sorrowful,
ironic,
how I fit almost
perfectly tucked
under your chin?

You're so tall;
From your head
to your toe,
I don't know
where to begin.

Except I don't
like you,
that's the irony,
the sorrow,
and that's how
this is going to end.
Maya
Written by
Maya  California
(California)   
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