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Aug 2014
My shoulders are small, but big enough to shrug you off.
My feet are tiny, yet big enough to walk away from you.
My hands are small, but big enough to wave goodbye to you.
Smoke is coming out my mouth, because the fire in my heart for you is out.
Sarah Frankcom
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