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Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Worse Poetry.

Standing beside you
is how i dissapear.
your arms, a temporary
shallow
reprieve.
Every time you speak
i wonder why im here..
close your eyes
show me something else to feel.
Envy crawls under my skin
and i realise ive forgotten
everything it is to be me.

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