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Small Talk

I nod my head and smile again The burning creases brand my skin A scar I will forever wear There's nothing left to talk about Pretend to hear; pretend to care I fear my words have all run out.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/7/2012 3:00:00 PM
Like it - well done Mali - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 10/20/2012 9:50:00 PM
Small talk was such a good title for this
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