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May 2014
I am still not sure about how I forgot to speak to you.
Three years ago I would have said your beauty
left me breathless, filling my stomach with
butterflies that ate my words.
But today those butterflies have turned to demons
and I am no longer breathless but suffocating.
alex kennedy
Written by
alex kennedy  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   --- and Jenni
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