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Nov 2014
Everyday I seem to fall for you
more and more
into the sweet abyss
that is your embrace.
But you see,
really it's just killing me.
Because as I fall more in love
you're slowly slipping out,
trickling through my fingers
like the cold November rain.
You are my happiness
your sweet smile brings me warmth.
The second you leave
you'll be taking it away
leaving only
the barren canvas of my heart.
*Please don't go.
Willow
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Willow  New York
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