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Sep 2013
When I fell for you,
I didn't know
about the scars
that you are bound to get
from being dropped
from such great heights,
and the blood has dried,
and the bruises that were once
beautiful shades
of lavender
have now yellowed
and faded,
but those ******* scars
you've left all over my body
and heart,
they are there
for the long run.
Portland Grace
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Portland Grace  23/F
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   Eliza, papertigress, Anderson M, AJ and Corinne
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