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Apr 2015
why do i continue
to scrape the cut that's myself
deeper and deeper
each day
knowing that soon
the wound will be too severe
to heal?
able to use one of my favorite words as the title
"becoming flummoxed, she shakes her head in wonderment at the simplistic idiocy of most around her" - me, mine, owned
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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   JDK and Ariel Baptista
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