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Oct 2014
Cold floors, and colder feet
Cowardly promises always fall through
Cold floors-- thin ice that breaks at the thought
Of being honest
So I'll smile and lie again, too afraid to
Fall.
SRM; b
rook
Written by
rook  Winston - Salem
(Winston - Salem)   
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   ryn and allen currant
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