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Apr 2015
A lost soul,searching in the night for alight,troubled,and searching ....arose wilted,,by frieght,i cry aloud sprout ,with my might,,becoming ,dry,and weak,i cry out to the mother earth hear me,,,hold me,,tonight
Written by
janet marie king  cambridge m.d
(cambridge m.d)   
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