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Oct 2010
Like cold morning air
you make me struggle
for breath

I could brush against you gently

the hair on your arms will rise

I could tell you you're beautiful

you will smile and tell me no


you wispered so softly
I  could hardly hear you.
did you say that you cared?
no
i guess not......

your truth
is silenced
by how you'd love to seem
Written by
Sarah Michelle
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