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Aug 2013
We fight over the silliest things.
Such as a picture you don't like.

And it always Ends in one of us
Not being able to sleep.

This time,
It was me.
Or both of us,
But apparently "I ****"
Because when I finally agree to
Appease you after you give me the cold shoulder,
You feel guilty and can't sleep.
Seems a bit like ******* to me.
But at least it won't ruin us.
Will it?
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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