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Nov 2013
With each breath pressed on,
by the tips of your fingers.
My skin oxidates and peels away.

With every hand me down kiss,
and empty frame of mind.
My heart beats less and less.

With any time I turned away,
to thoughtless tries of change.
My head wished to do the same.
Taylor Rothanzl
Written by
Taylor Rothanzl  Omaha, NE
(Omaha, NE)   
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