sandra-martyresWhisper

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His Web of deceitInto his lacy web of deceit / She was lured very cleverly / What started as a fusion of like minds

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TormentedSomething snapped within her that day. / She felt a bullet go through her head, / Killing her spirit instantly.

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Her PrisonThe room was very dark / The candle was the only / Source of light and hope

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A Special PleaPlease love me - care for me. / Give me my daily dose / Of butter-cookies and cream.

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Those Sunday Treats - a piece of nostalgiaBeing Sunday today, I am reminded of my childhood days..when my three siblings and I looked forward to Sunday breakfast.. / ************************************************************************ / Sunday breakfasts were always a treat.

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