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Sep 2014
most of my favorite songs have
become  prisons.  i  can  hear
the sound of you humming
beneathe every line and i
swear  i  c a n  feel  your
nose pressing into my
neck   w i t h    each
passing    chorus.
"And my only hope lies with the girl
I chose- that she still chooses me. "
One Year of Solitude - Cataldo
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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