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April 2, 2013
By hopeinthedark BRONZE, Hamburg, Iowa
hopeinthedark BRONZE, Hamburg, Iowa
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It starts as a tingle, a hope.
It blooms like a flower,
I can't stop it once its begun.
It envelopes me in its cold grasp,
He doesn't notice a thing until its to late.
He laughs at me everyday.
Its kind of funny how he would never notice till he already ended.


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