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Sep 2014
Pressing my hands into the asphalt is the closest that I'll ever come
To holding your hand again,
And I'm still sorry for using your heart as an example
Of how some things
Can shatter noiselessly.
whiskey dipped flower
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     --- and Liliana Jaworska
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