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Sep 2014
a tally on my wrist
for all my fears and failures,

a curse for each time
my words go neglected.

a feeling of nostalgia
for all those that left me,

and an eternal mark on my heart,
for all the times I've felt broken.
Michaela B
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Michaela B  nc
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   Irene
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