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Oct 2014
i've never felt so weak in the knees over someone who couldn't stay
i asked myself
what was stopping you from anchoring yourself to me
the moldering wood who could never keep us afloat
the winds, so spirited and sudden,
would tear us in two.
but it would be a privileged to see is my last breath in you.
jamie nichole rogers
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jamie nichole rogers  Toronto
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