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Mar 2014
I keep a cool front ruin
With no trace of kisses that left resin.
My red bite meant to kiss you
But I fell through like a Rock
I breathe out ashes
from the retired dragon in the story books,
you know the ones made with overstocked pages of gold.

And so I'm told you're happy
By a picture. You happy,
I picture
Without second thoughts
Without me.

So maybe my grin isn't as curved
as the cartoon from the birthday card I sent you
Because that smile you wore made my stomach hurt
Even made my phone sick.
mish mosh of a few poems I've written before.
Hailey Jujubeen
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Hailey Jujubeen  None of yo beez wax
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