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Dec 2013
to hold you in my arms
as you cry
about how sick you are

to kiss you
as you complain about
the torn ligament
you keep dancing on.

to prove you wrong
when you answer
"pssh"
to every "you're perfect"

to have you
as my own
forever.
ugh
Written by
Emily Foster
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