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May 2014
Me;
With my too-tiny to look intimidating frame,
but my picture is so much bigger than any wooden cage
you could try and house me in.

You;
With your blank stares and too-cool-to-care attitude
brushing me off, sweeping me under the rug.
I will not take a permanent place collecting dust.

Us;
A scratched record that is loved
for a favorite song that lasts long enough
before skipping over the damage.
If only you hadn't been so rough.
still a work in progress? i like what i have so far idk thoughts please?
Emily Katherine
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Emily Katherine
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