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Dec 2014
There were only thorns waiting for me.
Every lie,
I saw everything in
Crystal clear water.
I may be the broken one--
Still,
I know what I am not.
There is no way to mend what
You have broken--
Can you trust me?
But I can't say the same for you.

I lingered too close to the edge
Of an abyss.
I know who pushed me--
And I'm still waiting for the impact
Of the bottom.
Malison: Curse.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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Aeya Jean Johnson  Sipping Cocoa in the Rain
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