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Are you my bell jar?
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About a woman I never met, because she didn't know how loved she was.
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not really a poem but i guess that is what it most relates to.
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Parts of you fill my empty pocketsThey shake aroundnext to my keysThey don't take up too much spaceI am rarely aware of their weightAnd the ringing so..
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