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Oct 2013
Solid smooth an light
My love is to quiet
Im falling through the cracks of broken glass
Trying to reach for that last piece  
Crushed up into dust
Turned to liquid by the touch of flame
Desolved into your system
An ever since I'll never be the same
But I'll always be solid, smooth, an light
Because my love is to quiet.
MRS
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