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Sep 2015
He held out his hand to me,
but when I reached for his support,
he let me fall.
He looked at me
eyes so cold,
his voice sharp, wounding
"I'm not here to help you."
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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