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Nov 2014
I don't think my poetry
serves you justice;
if anything, it's a disservice
and I'll never be able to pen
something
that will have as much significance
as your stride in a busy city street,
or the way you can love me,
even when I don't deserve it.
*sighs*
darling iridescence
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darling iridescence  delaware
(delaware)   
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     ---, M, where the daisies grow and JWolfeB
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