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Aug 2010
harsh, blind
-boy do i wish i was-
a blackness shielding me from the face
so daunting, and to show up in every
single daydream

almost as if I'm falling
or are these memories clouding my mind?

gentle, kind
as your hands search me
will you defend me from my demons tonight?

-of course you will-
if only you were as easy to decode as an arubix cube (g)
Written by
Kaitlyn Johnson
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