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Hurt So Beautiful
You heard that song
And recognized yourself.
I wonder if such things
Define us by a mechanism
Of manifest destiny,
Or if we just kind of know,
Even from an early
Age, somehow sending
Messages into the future.
When I hear the song
Now, I think of you; I think
Of those times.
I can feel
The warm summer air
Congeal
Over the skin of my
Soul
And it…
Hurts
So
Beautiful
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