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Sep 2014
he promised me
the stars

how was I to know
all he had was
a pocket full

of

GLITTER



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2014 September, 2014
I'm not talking money here.
That means nothing.
I'm talking empty promises of love.

Going to bed now. See you all tomorrow.
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