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Dec 2014
It's raining hard
Cooling my hot skin
You played me like a card
And you never seem to win
I take the glass shard
Across my wrist with a spin
I left my heart off guard
Trace your fingers on my chin
Your fingers mean as hot tar
Loving you will always be my personal sin
poems during English
Delicate Daisies
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Delicate Daisies  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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