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Jan 2014
I silence my thoughts as it cries
come here, come here
talk to me, talk to me.

My eyes glimmer and
glance towards you, ready to
look away if you turn,
but you don't, you don't.

My lips they say: Just leave
I don't care, I don't care.

My heart, it hurts
because I do.
Elana
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