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Jun 2014
You’re my Something In The Way,
I see myself seeing you,
But I don’t.
Yet if I say yes to another,
The honesty clawing out, is,
That you exist,
(you really don’t.)

Unspoken truth.
Quisha
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Quisha
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   Arran James and Traveler
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