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Jul 2015
i feel as if
someone's taken
the twisted blade
of a knife and
carved my insides out.

there's a pang
that resides
deep in my stomach
that sleep and hot tea
just can't cure.

you did this to me-
it was all. *******. you.
wraiths
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wraiths  18/F/NJ
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     Kelley A Vinal, --- and wraiths
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