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Sep 2011
Tear streaks line her face
Darkness fills her eyes
In her secret place she holds herself
And cries for all his lies
She misses his gentle laugh
How he asked about her day
Even the things she hatedΒ 
She loved in some small way
But he wasn't worth her trouble
Not even worth the time
Without his darkness shrouding
her she will now surely shine.
Shiloh Morrison
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Shiloh Morrison  28/F/Texas
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