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Feb 2015
You always hurt the ones you love, until there is nothing more to hurt
And the heart grows sullen ,and closes its doors of welcome. And love
No longer lives there any more. That place is closed and hidden. Both
Day and night,where love has gone.Now the hurt stands silent guard
Bleeding over the grave of mistrust
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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