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Jul 2014
I had a
dream last
night that I
told you I
wish you
had picked
me but that
it hurts to
breathe the
same air as
you these
days and
you kissed
my fingers
in retaliation.
I'm not sure if it's possible
to smell tired but I do.
Megan Grace
Written by
Megan Grace
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