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june thirtieth
by Ava Blu
i believed in something concrete when i was a child,
i believed in the whispers in the sky
and the cold on my spine
but june was hell
and i came ready to fight
but you tore out the best parts of me
and now i can't even weep for july.
07/02/2010
Author's Note:
"Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you..."
Posted on 07/02/2010
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