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Nov 2013
You are racing through my veins
and running through my mind, keeping me sane
You put the stars in my sky
and the color in my eyes.
You built my world up,
but you also tore it down.
I wasn't a beautiful creation to you,
I was a vacant, old building
you no longer found use for
M R
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