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Annoying, the sound of her voice. Geeky, her look, in a sexy, polkadot Kind of way. Yet No one knew d e e p down, ..

BreathingUsed to be involuntaryBeggingIs how I get air to my heartBloodFrom my noseFlowsDownMyChinAnd d r i p s in red splatsOnTheWhi..

Some Thought it Strange I could befriend Both High noon and moon together,But They repre..

Not all moments exist in black and white’s contrasting comfort. Some moments b r e a t h e, some bleed, some battle in layered ..

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