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Nov 2013
In some moments,
I am there
sitting cross-legged
on the sharp grass that never showed
the skin under our plaid skirts mercy

In some moments,
I am here
holding my tongue in the same way life has held me;
imprecise and withdrawn

And in most moments,
*I just miss you
Written by
aerielle  MNL
   anneka, naomivdwoodsen and ---
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