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Aug 2013
Is love as sacred as we believe it to be?
As you probe

   and pick

            and skin me alive due to curiosity

words amount to nothing
actions scream into my ear.
I fear for not what hurts
but for what I can not hear.
hopeless romantic
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hopeless romantic  24/Fayetteville, Arkansas
(24/Fayetteville, Arkansas)   
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   Rachel Cloud
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