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Twelve Thirty-Seven
A Poem by
scarlynn
I feel empty every two hours
and then I feel elated.
You haven't called me back
ever since you said you loved me.
I think you gave me this bruise on purpose.
© 2015 scarlynn
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Added on November 26, 2015
Last Updated on November 26, 2015
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