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Mar 2015
With her divine eyes, she glared heavily into the hollow room of a soul.
Dreams of perfection that the social surrounding sculpted have been lost.
Curiosity held the hands that once built.
The hands that once built, built hands of guilt.
Seeking attention and affection elsewhere led her to see.
See, "he never was apart of me".
Stevette Gonzalez
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Stevette Gonzalez  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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