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Mar 2014
needy eyes
burn into my
heart is
beating like
the sound of
turbulence
on an airplane
just before the crash
because

she needs

anything to
hold on to
my hands
I can
give you
what I'm
hanging on
to something
worthwhile but
the things
I hold are
just things

I wanted

and they're
not
what she

needs

after all
Courtney
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Courtney  Indianapolis
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