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Dec 2014
When every word is measured
and there is no solid ground,
a light appears to beckon
could this be hope we've found?
Through shakes and chilly glances
we've held on through it all.
I know this too,
we'll make it through,
dear, you're my wonderwall.
I wish we didn't do this so much
Kara Jean
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Kara Jean
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