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May 2014
The next time my lips
touch your fist,
I will have the strength
to only love the cold pavement
that broke my fall

I will no longer
have the capacity
to love the body
that broke my soul

By Chloe Elizabeth
Chloe Elizabeth
Written by
Chloe Elizabeth
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