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Nov 2014
Stuck in between these walls ,  I held my sight in contempt. For the fear that we may lock souls. I remember the butterfly's you grew in me. Like a little school ******* her first innocent crush. Only it wasn't so innocent. Your touch could stop my pulse and you voice would make me fall in love. Yet I found myself stuck between these walls, watching  your touch.
Jennifer Jimenez
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