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This doesn't need a description. Stop asking.
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A Response to Kat-Marie
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It's late, 2:13am on Saturday. My mind is racing again. I missed it's pace.
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Bleh.
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The Heart races as a moth caught in tender hands,
The fluttering, hammering against cold damp palms.
Lost in an urban wilderness, an unfamiliar al..
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I’d be there when you’re down low,
To hold you when you need it most.
Speak words of selfless honesty,
To still the worry, to calm th..
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Welcome guests and nostalgic faces,
Returned from distant unknown places.
Exchanges given, embraces held
Long departed sorrow smoothly dispelled...
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Just me, talking about me, talking about nothing.
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