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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Dialect.

(please keep writing your poems)
(as i throw tangled thoughts at this small town sky)
(i make sense of my breaths when i read them)
(you are the only one who sees over the edge of my soul)
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 5:21 AM
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