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Aug 2012
Nothing left.
My heart grovels,
Your words scooping me out.
The hole leaving me hollow.
To her, she can't feel the rest of herself.
Heather Weeks
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Heather Weeks  20/F/Monroe LA
(20/F/Monroe LA)   
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