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By , watsonville, CA
Our hearts so heavy and

our feet unsteady

we fall into arms

of someone who charms

the weak into believing

its lies.

our ankles wobble

as we walk on cobble

stones seem so old

as the wind blows,

the cold passes

between our bones

freezing our stolen

heart.





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