poem #199

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you smell like mountain air,
and freedom,
like hope,
and a cold winter night,
and all I want you to do,
is hold me close,
and tell me it's going to be alright
-r.b
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I broke up with my boyfriend:/
I'm sad
-your very own broken girl ❤️

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