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Feb 2014
your hands, they rob me.
and your eyes, well they scar me.
don’t go, but stay so far away.
I can’t go on like this.
there’s no promise, it’s all words.
and they’re meaningless, words.
but I was lost, and you knew.
but I’m found now.
I found myself.
you still haven’t found you.
Jesse Alexis Blum
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Jesse Alexis Blum  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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   Azrael-Always
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