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Mar 2011
Tears slip down,
Below the rims,
Of my red eyes,
Tears like shards of glass,
The fragments scrape,
Revealing crimson through ivory,
Acid tears,
Burning my cheeks,
The same as ever before,
As I drift into unconciousness
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.       08.03.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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