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Jun 2014
you’re the thought I can’t
wrap my head around
I’m the mess you never
thought I could be
collecting saturday
bouquets of silver
pendulums swaying
back and forth
with every sunrise
second but never
first
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth
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   Leia R
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