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Aug 2013
it was always him
with his pale grey eyes
and his crooked smile.

it was always him
with flowers in his chest
and thorns in his veins.

it was always him
to find beauty
on those dark
and stormy
days.

it was always him.

it will always be him.
Carolina M
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Carolina M  california
(california)   
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