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May 2014
I used to want to be the wind because
it had a way of rustling you
when I couldn't even make you budge.
Don't fall for boys with curled lips billowing smoke
into the air
because they won't catch you in their smoke rings.
Just like dream catchers
never caught my bad dreams
and I dreamed of you every single night.*


                                               j.g
julissa garcia
Written by
julissa garcia  sleepy hollow
(sleepy hollow)   
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