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Nov 2014
she held a
bundle
of tantrums against
her face
about a week
ago and it
was disguised
as strings of
sarcasm and wit,
when all she
ever felt was
ashes against
her cheeks, salt
in her eyes, and
a fire within
her heart,
burning
     burning
          burning
her soul
profoundly
within the depths
of her never-
ending
loneliness
(c) nate k. 2014
for the guitar-lessons girl.
nate k
Written by
nate k
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