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Oct 2014
i've got nothing left
my smile is like miniscule shards of glass
each part so pointy
no one wants to touch and make it curve

and they've past me
time and time again
I've become accustomed to their feet crushing me

I wait
soon enough the snow
will burden me whole
and I'll be a lifetime away
April
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