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Jul 2014
I was just wondering
what keeps me up til 4am every night.
Maybe it's the thought
of you and the look on your face after our fight.
Or maybe it's the demons
in my head that make my face turn into a frown.
So now I'm drinking tea again
and lit the candle you said that smelled like home.
nina
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nina
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   D Connolly
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