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Jan 2015
The nail biting evolves into a psychosis well hidden behind closed teeth
Those gentle wrestler arms no longer cradle your giggling form
And the woman who gave you life is now fighting death.
Arvel Azcoe
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Arvel Azcoe  Chicago
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