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Her stiff hands held a needle and a thread look up to her eyes they are open doors not white but deep red wipe your tears, she said wipe my dry eyes, I am unsteady, unhinged I have no tears to shed -Kaya
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
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Her stiff hands held a needle and a thread look up to her eyes they are open doors not white but deep red wipe your tears, she said wipe my dry eyes, I am unsteady, unhinged I have no tears to shed -Kaya
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
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