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May 2014
Alive by nature,
So naturally we fall.
absent without touch. For some,
My skin still crawls, when you call.

Your love pains me like fingernails scratching a black wall. And yet, I still beckon to your every call. Friends first; lovers after all.
Trying to let go until our nature calls.

I hate you right now, but over-all, I love you so much.
Scrambled thought
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Louise
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