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Dec 2013
one slight motion
held the end of happiness
the beginning of lonely nights
and hungover mornings
in one slight motion
i could feel everything
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e
around me like towers
and i knew i never should have built them that high
because the impact was stronger
than the wave goodbye
hannah
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