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Oct 2013
the light shining off your hair blinds my eyes
so I shield them from you and our all night fights
and I never learned not to wait
so I'm still here wondering when they will come for me
and take me to the warm place where all we breathe is the trees
and all we see is the heavy air that pushes us down and up and back and forth
unlike when my little hands push against your unbending will
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Sophie
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