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Nov 2013
salt in the wound
when i speak your name,
my lips try to smile.

when you speak her name,
your lips do smile.

i will never be to you
what you are to me.

i wish that i had known that from the start.
willa ivy
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willa ivy
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     i, Emily Blake, ---, jude rigor and ---
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