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Emily
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17 November 2008

November #6

I will possess your heart,
we will laugh indoors,
and I will follow you into the dark.
This is the new year,
the one in which
you will be loved,
and all your frowns will be fake.
This is what Sarah said.
Posted by Emily at 10:55
Labels: death cab, poem

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