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May 2014
Those cracks on your face are echoes
From you heart.
And you said you felt nothing.
I knew you weren't boring.
Your lip is slashed open.
It trembled,
But not from the pain, but rather,
From what you never said.
Sapphires lock my eyes.
There is the unknown in them.
Pull them out! Please!

They are as pretty as a Lie.
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
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