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Oct 2013
My questions are never answered
This city isn’t even real
This late at night
You can’t trust how you feel.

I want to be closer,
but you like to keep your distance
I have no control
in this stupid little dance.

Hello, what’s your name?
Your eyes don’t speak to me
I miss the sparkle.
Just let me be free.
Jess
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Jess  St. Louis
(St. Louis)   
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