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Dec 2014
I don’t know why
I keep expecting a name
And a message to glow
On the screen of my phone
When i know that
It will always be blank
And here I sit longing
To come to life
But all I feel is empty
Like this room
And my heart
A worn out space
With faded walls and
Cracked paint.
Lillian Harris
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Lillian Harris  22/F/Boston, MA
(22/F/Boston, MA)   
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