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Oct 2014
Holding my heart so tight to not let you go.
Not let me go.
The yellow leaves slowly falling down...
closer i get to the door, hold my heart gently
So many things to say, stuck on my throat.
Wished the thunder in my heart calmed..
never to forget all those titanium bullets,
all worth.
hanaB
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   Timothy
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