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itselliegasp

Published: Mar 24, 2014

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you predicted this;
i lie curled up at the foot of my bed,
listening to death cab,
naked and afraid

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you taught me something about vulnerability
i can't make myself unlearn

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Contradictory55

Mar 29, 2014

I think one of the things I love most about your poems is that it puts an emotion into words which people are often afraid to face and I can't help but admire you for doing so.

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