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Answers were the scarce currency But generous open-palms once held Me, became deft with fierce urgency Those bruises were not yours to withheld.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
Flowers of Remorse
Answers were the scarce currency But generous open-palms once held Me, became deft with fierce urgency Those bruises were not yours to withheld.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
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